Shaun of the Dead
2004, R, 97 min. Directed by Edgar Wright. Starring Simon Pegg, Nick Frost, Kate Ashfield, Dylan Moran, Lucy Davis, Bill Nighy, Penelope Wilton.
REVIEWED By Marc Savlov, Fri., Sept. 24, 2004
You don’t have to be a fan of the zombie epics of George Romero (Night of the Living Dead) to enjoy this supremely engaging and jaw-droppingly (literally) hilarious "romantic comedy … with zombies," but it couldn’t hurt. Director/writer Wright and star/co-writer Pegg are the creative team behind the cult BBC4 sitcom Spaced, which pairs an obvious love for the tropes of the big screen with razor-keen wit and boundless energy for reimagining the constraints of the small one. Shaun of the Dead’s grue-laden take on the horror genre (and in particular Romero’s Dawn of the Dead, recently remade stateside to fine effect by Zack Snyder) is the most faithful and interesting film about the walking dead we’ve seen since the last time we visited Romero’s besieged Pittsburgh (in 1985’s Day of the Dead) and is one of the best stand-alone horror films of the past 10 years. It’s also, oddly enough, the funniest comedy from just about anywhere in longer than I care to remember, and, to top it off, it’s a winning tale of friendship and true love that actually gets it all right for once. The only comparison I can think of is John Landis’ An American Werewolf in London, but even that doesn’t come close to matching Wright’s note-perfect mix of humor, horror, love, and death. North London ne’er-do-well Shaun (Pegg) has just been dumped by his girlfriend Liz (Ashfield) as the film opens. She’s sick and tired of what she sees as his do-nothing, go-nowhere lifestyle, which is understandable. By day, he works a McJob managing an electronics outlet, and by night, he and his boorish, Playstation-addicted, layabout pal Ed (Frost) down pints at their local pub, the Winchester, a pastime with which the forward-thinking Liz has well and truly had enough. Heartbroken, Shaun doesn’t even notice as the world comes to a screeching halt and the recently deceased get up and begin wandering around his back yard. It takes a while (and a few well-aimed swipes with a cricket bat) before Shaun realizes what has happened, but once he manages to come to grips with the reanimated dead, he has only one goal: Rescue Liz. And from here on out Shaun of the Dead is an unstoppable engine of comedy and desperate lovin’, as inspired in its own way as the Pythons were in theirs, and as unrepentantly gory as Romero in his finest hour. The real surprises here come not from the comic-horror, but from the genuine emotion that Pegg and Ashfield and Frost manage to muster. Despite the over-the-top comedy bloodbath surrounding them, the story of hapless loser Shaun and his transformation into the battle-hardened hero is absolutely spot-on, as is Shaun’s unstinting friendship with the loutish Ed. The lessons to be found here – the power of friendship, love, and loyalty in the face of overwhelming odds – are not what you might expect from a film that features shotgun blasts to the face and excellent jokes at Dire Straits’ expense, but that’s key to Shaun of the Dead’s runaway success in the UK, a success that I can only hope is matched here in the former colonies. Add to the wealth of in-jokes for Romero fans, a ripping good soundtrack featuring Queen, the Specials, and Ash (whose guitarist, Charlotte Hatherly, is Wright’s paramour), and a frenetic glimpse of a London rarely seen on this side of the Atlantic – no Big Ben, but plenty of chip shops and Ford Cortinas – and you have the most original comedy from either side of the pond in years.