It's our fault!

Good evening Blogger world I trust you've all had a real nice weekend? I've been working again, the third week straight and counting; tomorrow sees the start of my fourth consecutive week of work without a day off but that run is soon coming to an end - I'm off next weekend and I can't wait! Not that it's stopped me seeing my boyfriend nor having a great deal of fun and happy times but I have been feeling tired of late, particularly this weekend, but it's always worth it.

My boyfriend was with me last night, we stayed in and watched a movie together; I used to often worry that just doing normal things with him like this would bore him, that he'd want to be out in the bars and clubs of Manchester every weekend, and I'd lose him as a result. It's funny how time changes those perceptions because such perceptions were way off the mark........

Anyway we watched "Dawn Of The Dead - Directors Cut" on dvd - the remake of the original George A Romero classic, how I love the original, how I love all the "Dead" movies directed by George, just the very best zombie genre movies ever committed to celluloid, I cannot think of any other director that can compete. I've had the movie for at least one year and this is the first time I've got round to watching it and I'm sorry to say it's not unusual - I've got loads of movies that I've bought over the past year or so that I've yet to watch; I'll buy them in the sale and then file them away.

Back to the film, it's got the best opening sequence of any horror movie I've ever seen - seriously. It starts at a frantic pace, setting the apocalyptical theme of the movie perfectly and is so scary; I mean toilet inducing scary, absolutely awesome! We were sat together watching it on the sofa, holding hands as normal (we so love holding hands - oh bless) and I'm scared, so as a result and as is normal in such circumstance my grip on my boyfriends hand is tightening. I don't know I'm doing it, I'm enthralled in the movie and I just need the support to get me through the scariness of it all. It's left to my boyfriend to point out the fact that he really likes having two functioning hands to remind me to loosen my grip.

The opening sequence leaves us breathless and with high hopes for the remainder of the movie - unlucky; because it slides away into mediocrity soon after leaving us both kind of disappointed. It's not a bad film truth be told and it's very watchable but it just can't live up to the opening; and some of the scenes in the film do beggar belief - you have to suspend your common sense and not try to question it otherwise it could be viewed as stupid. That said I'd still recommend watching it purely for the opening sequence; however we did learn one thing through the movie.

There's a scene where the humans seeking refuge in the Shopping Mall (look I've gone all American) are watching the television to keep up to date with the news of the zombie invasion and it segues to an interview with some black preacher man who kindly informs us the dead are rising back to life because of, amongst other things but most pointedly, man on man relations! That was the preachers chosen terminology, if I recall correctly, for gay sex which I guess means that god was so pissed off with guys like me and my boyfriend finding each other sexually attractive and doing what comes naturally to us that he brought the dead back to life to eat us all. Not that we were offended nor felt guilty by it, quite the contrary in fact; and despite it being a horror film that scene had us both in fits of laughter.

So the next time you're walking down the street and you're attacked and eaten alive by a bunch of flesh eating zombies with your dying breath remember to curse my boyfriend and I because apparently it's our fault!