Breck Eisner’s remake of Romero’s
Middle American folks do meet again, those pitchforks they’re carrying won’t be intended for bales of hay.
Romero sandwiched his 1973 Crazies in between his more celebrated zombie movies, Night of the Living Dead and Dawn of the Dead.
While The Crazies isn’t a zombie movie per se, it derives much of its horror from the same fear — the enemy lurks both within and without. There’s a very real chance you might turn into a monster.
Eisner’s remake maintains the dynamic of that unease, while Scott Kosar and Ray Wright’s screenplay gives the audience a rooting inter- est by whittling down the political subtext and making the movie more of a survival story.
It helps, too, that Eisner’s budget probably exceeds that of all of Romero’s movies combined. Eisner puts the money to good use, delivering a beautifully shot film that contains equal measures of style and gore.
We first sense something might not be right in Ogden Marsh when Rory (Mike Hickman) wanders into the middle of the high school baseball field during a game. He’s carrying a shotgun and wearing a faraway look in his eyes. The town sheriff (Timothy Olyphant)