I used to not be able to stomach gory zombie films very
well. Despite being excited and thoroughly fascinated after watching zombie
films in my youth, I suffered from a loss of appetite for a while. Anytime I was trying to eat, my brain would be
like “you know what’s a good movie? Dawn of the Dead (1978),” and images from
the scene with zombies eating in the cellar would pop into my mind, and I would
be turned off to eating meat or anything savory for that matter. Sweets or
French fries were fine, but my mind just would not cease to relate the taste
and consistency of anything else, especially if it was slimy, to what it was
the zombies were chomping on. I was disgusted by zombie carnage but still
thought it was so cool.
The zombie film that grossed me out the most, which is
really saying something, was Lucio
Fulci’s Zombie. As a kid, I used
to hate looking at the VHS cover with the iconic, rotting, worm eyed,
conquistador zombie (Ottaviano Dell'Acqua).
I wasn’t scared; I was repulsed. Being a growing boy on the verge of puberty, I
didn’t think it wise to be turned off to protein, either. And so, the tape just
sat on my movie shelf, after only being watched once, collecting dust, never to
be touched again for quite some time.
Needless to say, I eventually overcame
this sort of appetite-loss problem and no longer felt sick after watching
zombie films. I don’t know if it is enhanced mental discipline or
desensitization, but I can now eat pizza while watching movies like Zombie and Burial Ground without getting nauseous.
Anyone who may have read my
article for The Beyond during last
year’s gore-a-thon may recall that I wasn’t a fan of Zombie for a while. It took seeing The Beyond for me to re-evaluate what was my negative stand on Zombie.
I was guilty of hoping for another Dawn
of the Dead, ignorantly overlooking every one of the film’s strengths.