OK, so this blog doesn’t have anything in it except movie reviews. I like movies. And you can think I haven’t got anything else going on in my life, if you like.
Actually, whether I do or not, I will continue to take the time to watch Braindead at least once every ten years. It is the grossest most hilarious agonising and inimmitably kiwi movie I know. The pus and splatter just keep spurting from new directions. The kids are as earnest as the zombies are treacherous. The mother zombie goes off the scale when she stuffs Lionel back into her rotting womb so he has to hack his way out amidst gushes of gore.
You can see where Peter got his practice at prosthetics.