"Why DIARY OF THE DEAD sucked"
By: Ted H
An analytical look into the various failings of the George A Romero film DIARY OF THE DEAD. In an effort to make up for the short comings of his previous DEAD film, Romero made a whole new batch of inexcusable errors, further sullying the genre he helped popularize. This starts off as an exercise in torture only to end as more of a eulogy for a beloved franchise.
Diary of the Dead
2007
George A Romero
Michelle Morgan, Joshua Close, Shawn Roberts
Horror
[independent] / Distributed by Dimension Films
Part 1: Dear Diary...
Part 2: ROLL CALL!
Part 3: Priorities
Part 4: Why I Hate Deb
Part 5: Women and Children First!
Part 6: Challenge Pissing (of the Dead)
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[Posted by Ted H]
A good portion of my shit is in boxes, and the vast majority of my free time is spent painting...
...so yeah, Pure Human is kinda on the bench for a minute...
Here's something random to fill the void!
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[Shambles]
As I sift through shambles
I miss those days
When nothing meant anything
Anything meant nothing
Those days are gone
Replaced by days gone by
Familiar pains replaced by unwanted
Unending joy replaced by scheduled
A laugh taken for granted
Now cherished and rare
Concepts once foreign
Now prescribed their dose
What were you before?
What was I then?
Is your picture a liar?
Or I the fool?
I can't fix you.
But I'll try to hold those pieces together.
A good portion of my shit is in boxes, and the vast majority of my free time is spent painting...
...so yeah, Pure Human is kinda on the bench for a minute...
Here's something random to fill the void!
-------------------------------------------------------------
[Shambles]
As I sift through shambles
I miss those days
When nothing meant anything
Anything meant nothing
Those days are gone
Replaced by days gone by
Familiar pains replaced by unwanted
Unending joy replaced by scheduled
A laugh taken for granted
Now cherished and rare
Concepts once foreign
Now prescribed their dose
What were you before?
What was I then?
Is your picture a liar?
Or I the fool?
I can't fix you.
But I'll try to hold those pieces together.
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