I dream of zombies

The other day, I woke up around 5 a.m. from a dream about zombies. I was inside a big building with a glass roof dome. There were undead walking outside like it was zombie rush hour, and the sky above the dome was just one giant swirl of vomit, tinged with yucky yellows and greens. (Nobody ever seems to allude to the fact that zombies must STINK.) I woke up feeling grossed out.

A few years ago, a colleague of mine wondered why zombies hold such an appeal for many people. Back then, my running theory was that becoming a zombie was a form of afterlife. But, what kind of life is that? Walking around all day, looking for somebody to eat.

1Currently, I think that zombies, however scary and unpleasant, also have a comical side, which helps us deal with that uncomfortable issue, death. For what is a zombie but a caricature of the human body? It has no higher aims and all it wants to do is…well, eat. Braiiins, please. (Granted, a zombie typically has no other urges.)

2Also, in dystopian worlds where zombies abound, I think it’s about time someone put them to work. For example, hang some zombie food in front of a gang of those creatures and let them knock themselves out walking in a circle, generating electricity or mowing the lawn, if nothing else.

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Movie review – Dark City

Dark City

(1998)

Silliness ranking: Yes and no. It’s stylized, so some things are part of this style, and I wouldn’t change them at all. It’s kind of like those old films like Metropolis and Nosferatu.

Beautiful: Yes.

Fun/entertainment factor: Yes. High.

Feeling at end of movie: Good, I guess.

Random thought at end of movie: Dr. Schreber should have carried a simple spray bottle with him at all times. That way, he wouldn’t need to sit all day in the pool and could just spritz away the annoying Strangers.

Overall recommend: Yes.

The story begins when the protagonist, John Murdoch, wakes up in a hotel room bathtub, having no idea who or where he is, or how he got there. There’s a dead girl in the room, but he has no recollection of killing her. He flees the hotel and soon finds himself pursued by the police and a group of cadaverous-looking weirdos called the Strangers. (These guys remind me of Nosferatu.) There’s also a psychiatrist named Dr. Schreber who seems to know a lot about the Strangers and why John’s important to them.

I had a Matrix premonition that toward the end of the film John Murdoch would be battling hordes of Strangers with a rusty metal pipe, but fortunately, that didn’t happen. (All it took was one well-aimed knife, sent with unbelievable precision solely by mind-power.) Actually, in a way, I like Dark City more than The Matrix.

Rating: Four out of five stars.

Book review: Roadside Picnic

Roadside Picnic (Пикник на обочине, 1971) by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky.

Roadside Picnic is a very tasty story, and one of my favorite of Strugatskys’ works.

A complex idea presented in a very entertaining way, Roadside Picnic also has a killer ending. (The 1979 film, Stalker, is nothing like it, by the way, and is not nearly as good as the novel. Why? Well, how should I put it…A scientist, a writer and a stalker walk into a bar. Then they spend the next two hours sloshing around knee deep in muddy water (both literally and metaphorically speaking), saying things like, “Art is a selfless pursuit.” There’s none of the palpable physical danger that haunts the stalkers entering the Zone in the book, and besides, they mostly don’t have time to talk about stuff like that due to the constant danger of getting killed by traps.)

The story takes place in the fictional town of Harmont, where an alien Visitation has left part of the town devastated. This area has been sealed off by the authorities and is called the Zone. It is guarded and dangerous. However, certain people called stalkers sneak into the Zone at night in pursuit of the valuable alien items found there. Some of these gadgets are useful (like a perpetual battery for your car, for example), others are lethal, and still others are just plain mysterious and have no known use or purpose. These items are sold on the illegal market to collectors and other interested parties, while those that are recovered “legally” by day are studied by researchers at the adjacent institute, established to study the Zone and its (mostly awful) effects on people.

The main hero is twenty-something Redrick Schuhart, or “Red,” an experienced, freckly stalker just trying to make a living for himself and his family. A charismatic, foul mouthed and all in all extremely likable character. Among all the strange and sometimes useful items found in the Zone, there is a certain Golden Sphere, which supposedly grants wishes. But, this thing ain’t no Genie. It will only grant a person’s most true, real wishes, things they may be afraid to admit, even to themselves. Some people end up with a very nasty outcome as a result of visiting the Sphere, and one stalker even commits suicide after a “wrong” wish if his is granted. (One cool thing about the film, Stalker, is that instead of the Golden Sphere, the wish granting device is an empty room.)

It is a great read. Enjoyable, creepy and fascinating.

Rating: Five very big stars out of five.