`````Okay, it's official: MTV has hit the bottom of the barrel and is frantically scraping. Of all the "classic" antagonists in horror/monster/B-moviedom, zombies are just the nastiest. I don't mean 'tude: they don't have enough personality
to be personally
nasty; they just are
nasty to deal with, nasty to look at, nasty to think about. If you've ever smelled real corpse-smell (thanks too much for that
memory, US Army), you probably don't want to be entertained by lurching, semi-reanimated, rotting corpses, or by their splatterful destruction. Can you imagine what that would smell
like IRL, to splash a month-old unpreserved cadaver?
`````The only reason I can come up with for the survival (and now burgeoning) of the genre is the fact that teenage boys, if they can talk teenage girls into accompanying them to a zombie flick, are guaranteed to actually be touched
by said girls, in those moments when the screen action gets so graphichorrificnasty
that said girls need to bury their heads for a moment in a strong shoulder...or at least an adjacent
one. Yes, I freely admit that this view is both sexist and stereotype-laden, but I stand by it.
`````So to recap: Zombies? Ick.