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Of zombies and film.

I have suggested before that someone should make a medieval zombie flick in technicolour, and set it in Spain to acheive a look similar to Sergio Leone's westerns or Eastwood's Joe Kidd. Let me now add, the zombies shouldn't go about creating more living dead. Instead, they should just devour things, right down to the bone. And they shouldn't just focus on people. Why let other animals have a free pass? What kind of hungry beast passes up a docile cow to go chasing after armed humans?

A friend has expressed some concern that the movie would be in the vernacular or accents of the time. Let me reassure you, we would not take this route. Perhaps the movie would be in a foreign language, and I suppose we'd have to have a priest shouting out Latin somewhere in there, but I don't see any reason to go too far out of the way for realism when you're dealing with the supernatural.

As to tone, I'd want something old school; something in tune with The Seventh Seal, the old Zatoichi films, Yojimbo, and The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. If you are unfamiliar with those movies, you ought to remedy that unhappy affliction as soon as the chance avails itself. Suffice to say they all manage humour without being comedies, and all handle their action remarkably well.

I would want the score to generally avoid vocals, and often veer towards the ambient. Orchestras would be set aside for spare guitar picking, and perhaps some clavichord using older scales. Music reminiscent of melodrama is to be avoided at all costs.

An effort in this vein could do something wonderful for the genre of horror, I tell you.

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