The Amityville Universe Vol.1: A Zombie Police Slaughter Although the story emboldened me in the spirit of John Carpenter’s early films, I want to give credit for the Amityville Rebellion’s strong hold on its low-budget legs. Why Carpenter? Associations. The same lonely police station somewhere in the middle of nowhere, the same sent off guards... Only this time the trouble came not from everyone’s favorite white cottage in Tudor style, and straight from a military base near the town of Amityville. And here lies another Easter egg, to another equally significant horror film. I'm talking about the return of the living dead.
For a very tiny period of time, I managed to enjoy the routine of police everyday life, catch nostalgia from the past brutality in the spirit of the last century, and similarly enjoy the most analog makeup. Police history has a clearly defined framework: Tired cops live their working day, among them there are no negative characters, all the most tolerant guardians of order. Tolerance is evidenced by a homosexual working in a morgue, in a police morgue. For brutality is responsible character actor Mike Fergusson, who suddenly does not deliver. Apparently because of the head-spinning squabble in the Grande. This is a great movie, by the way.
And that means a police story in an hour to become a zombie horror in minimal locations. Zombies are in the tradition of Grandpa Romero, slow, and hungry for police meat. In addition to them, there is another cartoon antagonist, but his role in the plot serves only to kill timekeeping. I will say even more: the film is interesting because the plot was draped with everything possible - dialogue, police brutality, environmental disaster, the capture of a serial killer. And against this background, the invasion of zombies harmoniously fits into the plot chaos, and even dominates it.
That's the case. At the same time, when the final fight of a beaver with a donkey begins, and the main good guy made a pathetic speech about the nature of good and evil under the grinding of tens of dead bodies is given, it is then at this charming, budget culmination that the final credits will come.
So I asked myself, And what exactly is the point of binding to Amityville, if in fact I have a standard zombie horror? It seems that the theme of this glorious town with fabulous real estate so warms the soul of businessmen of the same B-category that, having abandoned all their affairs, they quickly, as if cultivated from pure evil, continue to carry to the masses unnecessary idols in the form of handicrafts of average quality.