Fuck.
I’m prone to zombie nightmares. I have been since I first saw the original Night of the Living Dead as a kid, and the dreams keep rolling on through my adulthood. They come in all varieties, these zombie dreams do; sometimes they’re even wacky farcical misadventures.
Now my brain has a creepy layer to add to the nightmare mix thanks to Død Snø.
Here I thought I was going to spend my afternoon watching a goofy spoof of American horror films with zombified Nazis as a schlocky hook, and I wound up with a seriously gory Norwegian splatter flick instead. And only one short scene of the hot guy* topless—that’s not a good ratio. More beef, less blood. And a bit more comedy, please (levity makes the nightmares more tolerable).
I guess I’ll watch more horror films since I’m already emotionally scarred (and a bit scared). Up next: Mariah Carey in Glitter.
Anyway, as zombie movies go, Dead Snow is good.
*hotness is a relative rating, based on the other rest of the cast
