Whoever it was that said you can't make a movie where a Zombie unwittingly participates in a drunken singalong of White Lines, was obviously mistaken. I'm not sure who this sad, little person who claimed such a scene could not exist is, or if this blundering buffoon is merely a figment of my imagination concocted by the deep recesses of my psyche to make me feel smart that such a person could exist in a world where the greatest Horror/Comedy ever produced proved this dolt incorrect in such astonishing fashion that this, let's go with 'figment of Jason's imagination', was anointed the nickname, Heidi Montag.
Wait…what? Someone get me my meds. Pronto!
Shaun of the Dead is so incredibly brilliant - so richly detailed - with characters defined from the second the opening bell dings - that you simply MUST view the film many, many times to fully discover its genius. And it rewards you, oh yes - it rewards you with the cinematic equivalent of a 10Lbs Cornetto! Look everywhere at everything, listen to every line - every sound - every last thing in this film was layered in with purpose, crafted to genius levels by a 1/2 punch of comedy gods - co-writer/star Simon Pegg, and co-writer/director Edgar Wright - who clearly have nothing but undying (undead?) love for the genre.
If you haven't seen this film, you need to reexamine your life and discover why. I suggest therapy. If you have, you already know the shitstorm of badassery that is Shaun - and should be watching it right now. Enjoy, kiddies!
Special ratings award: Slice of Fried Gold!