One of the saddest, most viscerally upsetting, and difficult-to-watch horror films at the intersection of scientific ethics and bloodthirsty militarism not just because of the God-tier Savini gore FX (arguably among his best) but the emotional, political, and moral realities Romero carves into these people before we see them shredded to pieces—the façade of civility that we dress our barbarism up with being pulled apart into bloody chunks right before our eyes. That subtle sonic pitch shift in that man's scream when his head is being torn off because his vocal cords are stretching and snapping? That’s why I go to the movies. Bub = 🐐Full discussion on episode 56 of my podcast SLEAZOIDS.














