Sneak Peek

Sneak peek at a mash note I'm working on about why I love Dawn of the Dead so much.

"Dawn of the Dead looks like the world looked when I formed my earliest memories. Decades are ill-defined, especially in regards to the middle of the country as compared to the east and west coasts. The film was made in Pittsburgh the year I was born -1978 – but Oklahoma still looked like this when I was four, five, six years old. The flannel shirts, the wood paneling, the vestiges of sixties design and the coming of the functional-mechanical, non-aesthetically-pleasing clunky eighties design. The macramé, the bellbottoms. Turntables, not CD players. Typewriters, not computers. It takes me back to the time of being a kid and living day-to-day with the most primordial fears. What happens when I die? What goes on in the dark, where I can’t see? Who is the monster that lives under my bed? Adults are wise, all-knowing gods when you’re a kid. They reign with seeming justice and infallibility. And Dawn of the Dead puts lie to that notion, explores that sad truth we all learn as we grow up: the world of adults is just the world of kids with just enough power and just enough illusions to be very, very dangerous."