Paul Brian McCoy is the Editor-in-Chief of Psycho Drive-In. His first novel, The Unraveling: Damaged Inc. Book One is available at Amazon US & UK, along with his collection of short stories, Coffee, Sex, & Creation (US & UK). He recently contributed the 1989 chapter to The American Comic Book Chronicles: The 1980s (US & UK). He also kicked off Comics Bulletin Books with Mondo Marvel Volumes One (US & UK) and Two (US & UK) and PDI Press with Marvel at the Movies: 1977-1998 (US & UK), Marvel at the Movies: Marvel Studios (US & UK), and Spoiler Warning: Hannibal Season 1 - An Unauthorized Critical Guide (US & UK). Paul is also unnaturally preoccupied with zombie films and sci-fi television. He can be found babbling on Twitter at @PBMcCoy.
This is exactly what I was hoping for with Gimple in charge. Quiet stories of madness and desperation, with horrible things happening for a reason, rather than just lurching out of the darkness.
But in the process of the film, each of the main characters either can't restrain themselves from murdering humans, do it in a dream state, or otherwise give in to their passionate animal side. And then everybody feels bad.
Not only are there some nice and scary bits scattered throughout the anthology, there are also some of the most bizarre and mind-boggling short films I've ever seen.
The film does a good job accentuating Daniel's emasculation and possible psychological break before firmly establishing an otherworldly influence on the events in the house.
There's a lot to like here just in the concept alone, but the combination of Levine's clever script and Hoult's heartfelt performance that really brings Warm Bodies home.
Mancini's direction is sure-handed and effective, from the choice to shoot most of the film from Nica's wheelchair-bound eye-level to the choice of music cues.
Once you get yourself acclimatized to where Predacons Rising is coming from, it's a tightly-plotted, fast-paced action film that does a nice job of quickly amping up the tension and threat-level to Full-On Apocalyptic.
Of course there are booby-traps galore, tons of gore, and a strange guest-appearance by Alphas' Erin Way as the freaked-out Stockholm Syndrome victim Abby.
It all goes a bit off the rails as it steamrolls towards an action-packed conclusion involving more Nazi killing, a race against time, an impending nuclear strike, and some weird pseudo-science and occult madness.
Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. is a throwback to the action/adventure shows that I grew up with. Shows like Buck Rogers, the A-Team, The Six Million Dollar Man, or Knight Rider even.
I also found it refreshing that in a zombie film landscape that thrives on an atheistic nihilism, [REC] 3: Genesis expands on the idea of the previous films that the zombies are a demonic infestation.