Death of the cult Whether the sequel to the cult & #39; Zombie 2', whether the independent film behind the authorship is not Fulci, or Mattei. Enchantingly boring, but hilariously ridiculous. This is it - 'Zombie 3' which is actually no 3, but the most natural 2.
I will tell you the truth, 'Zombie 2' I left impressions rather negative, except for spectacular dead men and a couple of really punching episodes, nothing good I remember. But I still think that connoisseurs of the genre to get acquainted with it makes sense. I won’t say that about the sequel & #39, which has nothing in common with the first one, except the topic. In general, from Fulci there is only a little more than half the timekeeping.
Well, let's watch. In an ominous green light, a scientist husband with the face of Dr. Frankenstein and an assistant test a drug that brings the dead back to life. But something went wrong. As we shall find out in a few minutes, the experiments are carried out for military purposes. If the beginning is even silly, but at least slim, then the most complete absurdity begins. On the stage without forewords push out a trinity of resting soldiers of athletic build and a bus with young beauties. Who these people are, we'll never know. And really, why? There are enough names, although here it is rather a bureaucratic formality, so that the characters differ not only in face. We will remember the girls a little better, because each (miracles!) has its own social and plot role, namely: the first victim, the second victim, the victim of a flying head; a slightly depraved coquette and finally nurse Nancy. Among them is a guy with glasses, a person completely mysterious. In the film, it exists purely for quantity.
The military managed to contain the infection, but by their own stupidity the virus got free, and birds became a new carrier. There is a suspicion that the scene with the attacking crows in the third ' Resident Evil' borrowed from here and improved according to modern standards, although I do not exclude that I am just a child of post-modernism and look for references even where there are none. Here we meet two more characters: Patricia and her boyfriend. Beatrice Ring, by the way, is the only one who plays the role, shows lively emotions, and therefore her character still causes sympathy. The rest of the characters are more models like those that stand at the entrance to the cinema hall than at least the simplest characters. No wonder Beatrice is the only actress here. The soldier is played by stuntmen by profession and, apparently, by vocation, too, and the rest, surely, were recruited from the street. It’s like they go on stage and they’re like, ‘Did you think we’re not going to beat you?’ & #39 And overplayed, devils! just enough to ruin a frail suspense and cause a soft smile from an unprofessional viewer who has not yet learned the great wisdom to turn off the brain on films made precisely in order to relax after a difficult week with beer and chips.
What makes Patricia more attractive as a character is that she doesn’t do anything stupid. Except for the moment at the gas station, where the creators for some reason mixed mysticism with the doors, which are slammed shut, and then mysteriously open by pike order to the cinematic desire. But there, too, I found it.
Zombies here are a separate headache. Whether the change of director so influenced, or no one really thought, what in their written low budget picture should be walking.
First, they jump after the victim with a cheerful saiga, vigorously waving a machete, demonstrate primitive, but still intellect, and in some places - an unprecedented case - even TALK! ..and suddenly degrade sharply to their predecessors from 'Zombie 2', with a turtle step, pushing with their brethren, crawl to the victim.
It is also unclear how to deal with the undead. Some fall from the automatic queue, others just knock a little on the head with a strong board. But others calmly go their own way, even with their throat pierced through.
I'm also interested in this. The legendary scene in narrow circles with the head flying out of the refrigerator should be frightening, or is it such a joke? I wanted to scold, but now just in case praise for such an absurd and strange find.
The main thing is to overcome the first 50 minutes. Somehow, get to grips with the Shapito circus, which starts in the second half. And I'm not even talking about hilarious fights with zombies who, like Batman, attack the victim from above and hang from the beams upside down like macaques. And not even about the battle of our tireless beauties with a horde of well-armed military according to the precepts of Bollywood: some stand as a pole while others fly away and crash into the walls with one good kick. That, too, though. But everything pales in comparison with how the survivors of this motley company behave. I understand, of course, that the infirmary at the military base is safe, especially when a scene worker is caught in the frame, who is completely at ease sticking out from behind that van over there to give a sinister couple into the bath. But there are four of you, two soldiers, two women, one of whom hurt her leg so well yesterday (with a light blow on the asphalt, but we will write it off on tender skin) and walks, limp. If you decide to follow the canons of low-quality cinema and split into pairs, is it better to do it right? Every armed man is under guard. Or so. You have two machine guns, right? So give one to women, don't be greedy, it's ugly. No, put some pickaxe shovel, although, perhaps, it is really a formidable weapon. And you, Nancy? I don't know, I'm not a nurse, maybe health care is instinctive, but isn't it too frivolous to help an apparently infected woman in labor? The truth is that stupidity cannot be cured.
So we got to the final. What can I say? I was a weird kid - I loved manca, especially with lumps. But, apparently, time has passed, preferences have changed, because that porridge, which was cooked by the authors of the third sorry second & #39; Zombie & #39; did not please my taste buds at all. The narrative is crumpled, twitchy, the plot is somewhere at the level of children's games in soldiers. For almost an hour, watching the fuss of plastic people is boring, and the second half of the film is a pleasure like reading illiterate fan fiction: funny, but useless. If 'Zombie 2' was, albeit stupid, but at least spectacular for its time, and the dead themselves, created by Fulci, look spectacular today, then the kind of type-type sequel could not offer the viewer anything at all, except, perhaps, that funny head flying out of the refrigerator. And this moment, let’s be honest, controversial. 'Zombie 2' created a cult. 'Zombie 3' is a cult that beats in death convulsions. No wonder almost all involved in the creation disown this incompetent craftsmanship.
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