Every era gets its own Dead: Night was a metaphor for the chaos of '68, Dawn a metaphor for consumerism, and Day a plague-on-both-your-houses tale about society unable to unite. It's less inspired—Romero is better with concepts than characters—and the weird, contradictory tones that Dawn held together nearly come apart. But it's got some fire...unreconstructed 60s liberalism chucked into the heart of the Reagan era.
Despite of its criticism and the interesting sci-fi premise, the third of the Dead series is almost ruined by its annoying and clichéd characters. Luckily, Romero redeemed himself in the last 20 minutes when the movie gets delightfully wilder and gorier– Savini's make-up work here is flawless.
Marvellous antimilitarist and antiscientific fable. While brother Bub looks like the Neanderthal Man learning to make fire, Capt. Rhodes and Frankenstein are perfect examples of members of a decadent modern society. At the end, the survivors choose to come back to a Carribean Eden and abandon the living dead who, undoubtedly, will submit to Charles Darwin's law of evolution. Or not. Masterpiece.
Society collapsing is scary. Nobody being left is scary. The people you're trapped with are crazy is scary. But whats really scary, is that we live in a world that can be so easily disposed of. As the film cites we are just paper trails and names on sheets of paper in a binder left underground at the end of the world. We can all slip into nothing and this film questions what documenting a life really means.
To me, one of the true masterpieces of cinema. So rhythmic-musical-atmospheric, so balanced (structurally and tonally, between action and dialogue, praxis and theory, humor and graveness, horror and sentiment, feeling and attitude and intelligence). Horror is to be ripped apart by a zombie, indeed, but so is to live in a multiplicity of narrow-mindedness.