Send More Zombies: Return of the Living Dead (1985)

“No one understands me, you know that? I fucking bust my ass for you guys and what do I get? You’re spooky. Fuck you man, fuck you all!”

In 1985, I was discovering my love for zombies and my attachment to the punk rock movement that was taking over Los Angeles. Walking down the streets of Hollywood, I came to a theater showing a new zombie film and the poster caught my eye. A leather clad, Mohawk headed zombie standing by a tombstone with a big breasted zombie to his left. At the bottom of the poster was a flier for the soundtrack featuring The Cramps, The Damned, and T.S.O.L., wow, I was in. I grabbed my popcorn and Coke and grabbed a seat. I have never been the same. Continue reading