Ok, you slime-drooling, flesh-eating, beasts out there, this movie was for you. Did you see your family members out there, or is that your family’s members scattered all over the streets, markets, Kemo Sabe Indian stand or the run down amusement park called Zombieland. There was more blood, guts, internal organs, and mutilated bodies lying around than you can count; and yours truly tried to count. I gave up at 637 after 7 minutes, so the answer to the question of how many zombies were killed is “upwards of 637.”
This movie was about a road trip with probably the last four non-zombies around all searching for something. Jesse Eisenberg’s Columbus teams up with Woody Harrelson’s Tallahassee, the former a namby-pamby worry wart with irritable bowel syndrome and a list of odd rules to live by, and the latter a whiskey-swilling cowboy with no rules but with an insatiable craving for Twinkies (not pink snowballs). These two misfits meet up and join forces with two sisters who trick the guys not once but twice. Their goal is to reach what they believe to be the safest spot around, an amusement park in L.A. void of zombies.
Of course, they take a few detours like the trip to the Beverly Hills palatial estate belonging to Bill Murray. They crash his pad and Bill appears looking like a zombie, but he confesses it’s only a makeup job for defensive purposes, except someone didn’t get the memo and Mr. Bill ends up like the zombies.
Funniest scene for me: early on, a woman driving her car chased by zombies, crashes into a truck, is thrown out of the windshield; she flies over the truck and suffers a 57 foot long case of facial road rash. Hee Hee Hee, Hoo Hoo Hoo, so funny.
Of course, there was a little BMG, BLG, BGG. To those of you “not in the business” that means Boy Meets Girl, Boy Loses Girl, Boy Gets Girl.
I’m sure I am forgetting a lot, but that happens a lot lately. So feel free to fill in the spots I missed.
Tonight’s festivities were attended by 13 honored members of MVFS. Considering the rain I figured we’d be lucky to get 5. Of course, there was a small issue to consider, the movie theater was dark at 6:00, due to power outage. One member took matters in his own hands, broke into the theater and let us all in for free and we had all the popcorn and jujube’s we could handle. Disregard the last sentence that was my “Walter Mitty” moment. The theater got their power back and the movie was back on.
Honorable Mention:
-Kudos to Bill who traversed the Santa Monica Mountains in torrential rains to join the group. Way to go Bill (did you pack the canoe?)
-Kudos to Vic for putting together the new MVFS website for all our postings and directory, if I only could figure out how to post and direct. The address is mvfs.wordpress.com. Way to go Vic.
I searched high a low in my files and attached is the list of members’ email addresses. I count 27, wow, maybe we should go national?
We decided on a Nove-Dic, but I don’t remember who that is. Well anyway, you know who you are and the ball is now in your court.
This is the last time you will hear from the Octo-Dic.
Marc
Tags: Men's Violent Film Society, MVFS, Violent Film, Woody Harrelson, Zombieland, zombies
