Shaun of the Dead

In the last couple of weeks I’ve seen some damned funny movies but nothing since Harold and Kumar can even hold a candle to Shaun of the Dead: partly because it’s British – and I dig dry British humor – and partly because it’s so brilliantly written.

Who would have thought you you battle zombies with cricket bats and field hockey sticks, then upgrade to a Winchester rifle which nobody knows how to use? Or madly drive a Jaguar around the zombiefied streets of London and finally lock your z’d stepfather in the car? Or wander hung-over through the streets of your own neighborhood and never realize things are not entirely right?

Brilliant. Just brilliant. And well deserving of the accolades.

Just the sort of thing to capstone an amazing week of sleep deprivation and overexcitement. Damn, I needed a laugh.

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