I enjoyed the score, but I kind of laughed when it started, the same way I I laughed at the gated-drum reverb all over Hot Tub Time Machine. Too loaded with associations to NOT take me out of the film.

It Follows. As soon as that score kicked in I knew what was coming.
Why on earth are critics so enamored with retro-homage?

Watch the short film "Monster", from which the feature film is derived. It's both uplifting and kind of funny.

Agreed, though "The Devil's Rejects" might warrant a legitimate spot in there somewhere.

A Fuller-helmed revival of Alfred Hitchcock Presents might have been a better fit.

I thought season one improved on the movie a bit by injecting some obvious farce, as well as the strong through-line of BBT's Malvo, without which it would have been something of a sideshow.

The original Dawn of the Dead had a memorable death-by-helicopter rotor sequence. So maybe we're in tiny homage territory.

It appeared to have a drop-shadow.

I find that weirdly depressing. I had "An Innocent Man" and "Nylon Curtain" on flip-sides of a 90-minute cassette. "Tug of War" and (I think) "Pipes of Peace" were on another, and "Brothers in Arms" and "Love over Gold" on one of many more. (This involved transfers from vinyl, with a carefully-timed needle-drop and…

I love John Wyndham. I've been meaning to re-read Trouble with Lichen…wondering if it holds up as well as I remember.

Amish funnel-cake, unlike donuts, actually repels zombies.

"…only see what the main characters saw."

Rubén Blades registers a level of authenticity that's almost distracting. When telling the story from his childhood, he casually fusses with pulling on his shoes…something so mundane that makes the whole scene instantly believable.
I hope they make good use of him.

When I was a kid we'd walk the railroad tracks as a shortcut to our public pool. If an animal had been killed on the tracks, you'd smell it long before you'd see it. That stench of hot, rotting (and yes, bloated) flesh is unimaginably, retch-inducingly bad…not just bad, but disturbing. We'd cross-over to the other…

Time to re-watch Romero's The Crazies. That's pretty much the whole plot, if I recall correctly. (Haven't seen it in years.)

I can see how his performance might be polarizing, but I was blown away. That voice of his…a sort of NPR-timbre-from-hell…was endlessly fascinating.
(Probably helped that I watched while wearing headphones.)

I'm still workin' on my 55 gallons of lube…pussy loves it. (It's for cats, right?)

But at that point, doesn't this show simply become TWD: 90210?

Doesn't the "No Zombie Mythology" rule undercut the whole point of this show, which I thought was to depict the early stages of an outbreak? It pretty much mandates that characters will react to unfolding events in a way that's vastly different from what, in all likelihood, would actually happen.

Relax.
Things will settle one they've installed the wax Jabba.