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I am a zombie fan. I love zombie movies. I love the zombie mythology. I like to fantasize about how I would survive in a world with zombies. I get a little scared, but that’s okay. It’s a healthy scare. Yet I had to leave the theater after the first half of Rec 2.

It wasn’t because Rec 2 was a bad horror movie. On the contrary, the reason I left was that I was scared at a unhealthy level. It was torture. I don’t remember being that scared in my life. In fact it’s the first time I leave a theater since when I got bored watching Interview with the Vampire at age 10. That may be because I don’t watch too many horror movies. I don’t like being scared that much. I can watch zombies alright and I’m in love with monsters, but there are things I can’t resist, like possessed children doing weird things, say, crawling on the ceiling. That is my soft spot. I just can’t take it. That’s why I don’t – I can’t – watch Japanese horror movies. I close my eyes and ears if I come across trailers of those kinds of movies in a theater.

I had watched Rec, and loved it. The religious flavor at the end was nice, because it cleverly hinted to explain possession with zombies – not zombies with possession like the sequel does. Rec 2 made me feel cheated; lured into something that I’ve been cautiously avoiding, with the bait of zombie. I am writing this post to warn other people like me, who think of watching Rec 2 because it’s a sequel to a zombie movie.

Rec 2 is NOT a zombie movie. Here’s why:

  1. Zombies do not crawl on the ceiling.
  2. Zombies do not try to run away and hide after an attack.
  3. Zombies do not stop when they hear praying. They do not laugh and talk with the devil’s voice. They are not possessed. They are not supernatural. (They are usually explained as a mutant form of rabies.)
  4. Zombies do NOT crawl on the fucking ceiling!

I’ve just watched Dark City (1998) by Alex Proyas with great hope because of what I had heard about it so far, and hated it. Within 105 minutes, I saw

  • a rejection of physicalism in favor of some kind of mysticism, defining some “human soul” apart from the tractable informational content of the brain
  • guys dressed like politicians using a sold-out scientist to rule
  • the use of identity and memory as tools of power
  • the creation, by the use of language and technology, of multiple realities

An intense bundle of religious, Foucauldian and postmodernist ideas.

I am able to tolerate postmodernist thinking in some cases, but not with science; not with science-fiction. (Note that my judgment comes from an ideological standpoint; you will probably love this film if you happen to be an academician in cultural studies.)

I’m the guy who focuses on the form of a film rather than its narrative content, but the overall visual language didn’t do any good in this case, not to mention the awkward effects and the abundance of continuity problems.

Dark City was such a big disappointment to me, cinematically in form and ideologically in content, that even my favorite actor William Hurt couldn’t save the day. Just like Alyson Hannigan couldn’t save Date Movie. I did watch that, yes.