Review: Shaun of the Dead

Shaun of the Dead
Cert: 15 / 95 mins / Dir. Edgar Wright



In a needless attempt to get myself excited for The World's End, I've been having a Wright-a-thon this week. First Spaced, next Shaun. Edgar Wright's zombie flick and spiritual successor to his TV series is, in my humble opinion, a masterpiece. The tone of the film is very much evolved from the show (to the point where at least one minor character has a cameo), and Wright's stylistic touches take the sharp edges off what should be a gorefest and propel the plot along nicely.

In keeping with his previous work there are a shed-load of references and homages (some subtle, some glaring), and not just from the zombie genre. But with all the plates it has to spin, the film never loses sight of what it has to be: a romantic/buddy/zombie comedy. And it manages this with a flair that hasn't been approached before or since*¹.

Shaun joins the hallowed ranks of Star Wars, Back To The Future, From Dusk Till Dawn and Snatch; a film that I am never not in the mood to watch.

Best line: "…get FUCKED, four-eyes!"



Oh, yes.



Oh, yes.



Oh, yes.



You should already own this. If not, I've no doubt it's on ITV2 now.



Yes.



Obviously.



Just about; it's quiet.

Do you want anything from the shop?

Oh, and did I tell you about the time me and my mate went to The Winchester?



*¹ Because let's be honest, SotD has opened the door for some right old derivative shite in the years since its release. It can't be blamed for that, but it can't be ignored, either.

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