Nightmare City
I opted to watch this late-70s zombie flick with my housemates the other night purely upon impulse. The critical difference between the living dead in this film and their more stereotypical Romero-esque portrayals being that these ones are a heck of a lot more co-ordinated and intelligent, and generally behave as if they're on steroids. On the whole, it was much as we'd been expecting - an enjoyably tacky storyline, coupled with cheap, occasionally quite risible effects - only nothing on earth could have prepared us for just how dismal and lazy the ending would be, a real case of "we couldn't think of a proper way to conclude this film, so instead we're going to rely upon one of the oldest and most galling of narrative contrivances of all time." In a way I suppose it was kind of endearing.
