Poetry Entry #6 – Undead

As a fanatic of zombie culture, I have written another zombie themed poem.  This time it is a cinquain poem. So without further adieu, here it is.

Corpses

Rising from death

Hungry for living flesh

Unrelenting in their pursuit

Of you

World War Z, Flop or Film Masterpiece?

As a huge fan of zombies, Max Brook’s “World War Z” definitely ranks up there as one of my all-time favorite books. For those of you unfortunate enough to have not read this zombtastic gem, “World War Z” takes place years after a zombie outbreak ravages the Earth and an all-out war between the living and the dead almost leads to humanities extinction. As humanity rebuilds, our protagonist, an agent of the United Nations Postwar Commission, travels around the world interviewing people about their experiences during the war – turning this book into more of a collection of events and less of a straightforward novel. Each character’s experience is so unique that you are eager to go right from one interview to the next and they are so gripping that it was hard to put this one down.

Being such a huge fan of the book, you can imagine how thrilled I was last year when I found out a “World War Z” film was going into production and being directed by Marc Forster. I have followed this film’s progress ever since and was even more thrilled once the trailer for the film was finally released. I’ve got to say though, once I watched the trailer, I wasn’t as thrilled anymore. What I saw when I watched the trailer didn’t resemble the book in the slightest. Call me a nerd, but I am pretty particular when it comes to my zombies and if you ask me someone serious dropped the ball on this one.

First off, the zombies in this film were running. Zombies are supposed to be slow lumbering ghouls that defeat the living with their endless stamina and unending numbers. The zombies in the trailer more closely resemble a tsunami wave of Olympic sprinters as they topple over buses and up scale up the walls of buildings. Secondly, instead of a film that fleshed out the detailed experiences chronicled in Max Brook’s book on the big screen, it seems all we have is yet another 28 Days/Weeks Later run and gun zombie slaughterfest. Those are really my only gripes about this film so far, but these are two pretty big’ problems if you ask me.

Will I still watch this film? Yes. Am I judging this film too early? Maybe. But from what I’ve seen so far, I am not going to get my hopes up. It’s so damn disappointing that they aren’t, from what I’ve seen, recreating the gripping stories told by the characters in “World War Z.” It’s still early, and I hope I am wrong on this one because I have been waiting for this movie for far too long.

Poetry Entry #3 – The Living Dead

I am a huge zombie nerd so I wrote this poem about them, in Acrostic form, titled “The Living Dead”.



Zombies, the living dead

Offensive odors permeate the air around them

Moans of insatiable hunger emanating from their bloody maws

Bodies broken and slowly decaying

Instinctively seeking out the living

Exterminating all life within their grasp

Shambling after you, never tiring