George Romero set out to make a creepy little movie with a social commentary and a shoestring budget. He succeeded in making history.
The concept of the ghoul or walking corpse has existed for centuries—maybe for as long as mankind has been aware that death exists—but it wasn't until Romero that it shambled into the modern age. Night of the Living Dead opened the doors to a new sub-genre of horror, a shambling, biting, hungry sub-genre that wouldn't rest until it had consumed the world. Zombies don't need sleep. They're already dead.
Without Romero, we wouldn't have Night of the Comet, Slither, Night of the Creeps, the Evil Dead trilogy, a large portion of Rob Zombie's musical catalog, or the Zombie Prom episode of Wizards of Waverly Place. We wouldn't have my own Feed, and that would make me a very sad girl indeed. George Romero changed the world. Maybe he did it on purpose, maybe he did it by accident. In the end, it doesn't really matter. He did it.
Here's to you, George Romero. And when you die, we're feeding your corpse into a wood chipper. Just to be sure.
February 4 2010, 16:46:08 UTC 7 years ago
Just to be on the safe side? :-)
February 4 2010, 17:23:31 UTC 7 years ago
February 5 2010, 06:18:23 UTC 7 years ago