—David Hine, "Strange Embrace"
MANDINGOHOOD
__________________
“Another day to endure.
Better get started.”
—Vincent Price, The Last
Man on Earth (1964)
The alarm clock jangles—time to get up.
Poor Vincent Price—the last man on Earth.
So many zombies—so little time.
So many living dead zombies—hanging around all the time. Nothing to do—but come out at night.
Some of Vincent Price’s best friends—are simply Living Undead now. Most of them were never really much live-wires anyway though—if you know what I mean.
Just your normal run-of-the-mill boring Night of the Living Dead creeps—moping and skulking themselves everyday off to work. Getting married and breeding kids—more Living dead spawn for the ongoing Living Dead Inc nightmare called human existence.
Things could be worse though—like being One of the Living Undead.
No wonder Vincent Price appeals to me so very much in all of his gothic melodramatic films—like this cheap skuzzy Italian spaghetti-horror flick “The Last Man on Earth.” Getting up each day in his ramshackle Italian suburban dump—sharpening his stakes and driving off into downtown Rome. Offing another crummy Living Zombie or two—ho-hum.
Somebody’s got to do it though—since Vincent Price is the last man on earth. The last living breathing truly alive human being—somehow by chance being immune from the deadly Zombie Plague that has doomed the whole Planet.
Do the living dead zombies—actually know they’re dead? Anymore than they did—when they were supposedly alive creepy human beings? Probably not. Once a Living Dead creep—always a Living Dead creep. That’s what Vincent says—and he should know.
__________________
“Another day to endure.
Better get started.”
—Vincent Price, The Last
Man on Earth (1964)
The alarm clock jangles—time to get up.
Poor Vincent Price—the last man on Earth.
So many zombies—so little time.
So many living dead zombies—hanging around all the time. Nothing to do—but come out at night.
Some of Vincent Price’s best friends—are simply Living Undead now. Most of them were never really much live-wires anyway though—if you know what I mean.
Just your normal run-of-the-mill boring Night of the Living Dead creeps—moping and skulking themselves everyday off to work. Getting married and breeding kids—more Living dead spawn for the ongoing Living Dead Inc nightmare called human existence.
Things could be worse though—like being One of the Living Undead.
No wonder Vincent Price appeals to me so very much in all of his gothic melodramatic films—like this cheap skuzzy Italian spaghetti-horror flick “The Last Man on Earth.” Getting up each day in his ramshackle Italian suburban dump—sharpening his stakes and driving off into downtown Rome. Offing another crummy Living Zombie or two—ho-hum.
Somebody’s got to do it though—since Vincent Price is the last man on earth. The last living breathing truly alive human being—somehow by chance being immune from the deadly Zombie Plague that has doomed the whole Planet.
Do the living dead zombies—actually know they’re dead? Anymore than they did—when they were supposedly alive creepy human beings? Probably not. Once a Living Dead creep—always a Living Dead creep. That’s what Vincent says—and he should know.
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