“Everyday
has a beginning,” reads the tagline of this ridiculous
– dare we call it – ‘entry’ into the
Dead series.
From the film’s
opening zombie err... attack, it appears that scripter and co-director
Ana Clavell has her own ideas of the walking undead’s
true origins. With an ideological plot strand more suited back
in the fifties, it was the eeeevil Russians that concocted the
virus (yes, there’s a virus) capable of turning the population
into zombies… and then, the film gets worse.
Track forward to
present day and a posse of lovable mental patients stumble across
this lost virus and so begins their e-v-e-n-t-u-a-l transformation.
So slow is the great leap from diminutive minded patient to
semi brain-dead zombie, we don’t actual see much zombie
action throughout the majority of the picture – that treat
is saved till last.
Comparatively the
qualities of this film are a given: it has nothing to offer
to Mr Romero’s delightfully gruesome quadriolgy. Instead
of complimenting – check out the name of said mental hospital
– it merely confuses. More worryingly are the performances
in this picture. Dawn of the Dead may not have chalked up any
thesping gongs, but with Clavell’s effort you’ve
got a cast struggling to stretch a performance portraying the
walking undead. Now that’s worrying.
Played, as a prequel
cum sequel of sorts Contagium is a variable mess. With the films
ridiculous climax we see the infestation let loose on the streets
of America. Without a smart allegory in sight or a credible
flesh chomper on the screen, the film truly hits its stride
when coaxing out a bundle of unintentional laughs – for
that alone it deserves an extra star.
A bad film, but a
great entry into the flowering zombie/comedy genre - Shaun of
the Dead anyone?