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              film books suffer from two common pitfalls. First, there's the intentionally
              unreadable prose. The bigger the word, the more convoluted the sentence,
              the better. Academics will say "methodology" when they mean "method." They'll "post" everything. Post-feminist, post-industrial, post-modern. (Are we in a "post" era or after its close? Is "post" even used consistently?) The second pitfall is that academia's law of "publish or perish" encourages
              a slavish, Soviet-like parroting of PC politics. Books are written
              not to elucidate, but to impress tenure committees. Even New York's left-alternative Village Voice admitted (in a 2005 article) that in today's university
              film departments, scholars are pressured to ignore aesthetics in favor
              of political and social issues. Although
              Kim Paffenroth teaches at Iona College's Religious Studies Department (judging
              from his Acknowledgments page) and his Gospel
                of the Living Dead is published by Baylor University Press, Paffenroth's
              prose is lucid and reader-friendly, mercifully avoiding academia's pretentious
              vapidity. But not its politics. Gospel
                of the Living Dead is less a study of zombie films than an exercise
              in political showboating. His book reads as though calculated to
              impress a tenure committee. (I don't know if that's his intent, or whether
            or not he already has tenure, only that that's how his book reads). Not that
              there's anything wrong with discussing the politics of George Romero's
              zombie films. It's a valid and potentially interesting topic. But frequently Paffenroth's own grandstanding overwhelms his film analyses. He forgets that his book is about Romero's zombies and not about Paffenroth's
              own views on Hurricane Katrina. Paffenroth often comes across as
              a drunken bore at a party who insists on telling you everything that's
              wrong with Bush (or Clinton, or Mideast politics, or whatever his current
            bugaboo is.) But don't
              take my word for it. Gospel
                of the Living Dead is the sort of book that must be sampled to determine
              if it's the zombie film book you've been awaiting. Here, consider this
              passage:   
              "Anyone who watches zombie movies must
                be prepared for a strong indictment of life in modern America. It
                is not just because of the dismemberments, decapitations, and disembowelments
                that these films are not 'feel good' movies, but because of their stinging
                critique of our society. It is this pointed critique that lifts them
                above the ranks of other horror movies. But it is a critique that
                is not wholly unbelievable or misguided. "Anyone who says that racism,
                sexism, materialism, consumerism, and a misguided kind of individualism
                do not afflict our current American society to a large extent is not being
                totally honest and accurate. It is, moreover, a critique that could
                be characterized as broadly Christian, but which many modern American Christians
                may now find uncomfortable or unfamiliar. "Many of us have been rather
                lax of late in offering critiques of American society, and have more often
                been enlisted to cheer for our wars and our 'values,' while perhaps scapegoating
                a few people, such as homosexuals or doctors who perform abortions or teachers
                who teach about evolution, as both un-American or un-Christian. "But if it is a more fundamental and important description of Christian
                beliefs to say that Christians believe all people are equal regardless
                of their race and gender -- and that for the only way for people to be happy
                is by loving God in community with other human beings, and not by selfishly
                loving and accumulating material possessions on their own -- then the moralizing
                of zombie movies should not strike us as threatening at all, but as a most
                welcome corrective, even if presented in unfamiliar and frequently grotesque
                images."   I'm
                  no fan of Bush's wars and I'm no fundamentalist Christian, but were I to
                  see Paffenroth approaching at a party, I'd turn and run. This is a man
                  made for talk radio. Partisan and relentless. Although "scapegoating" comes
                  from all sides of the political spectrum, Paffenroth predictably targets
                  only one side (in his case, the Right). I expect the tenure committee will
              particularly enjoy this gratuitous swipe:    "It is also a telling anecdote
              as to the religious meaning implicit in [zombie] films that Dawn
                of the Dead (2004) was the first movie to edge Mel Gibson's The
                  Passion of the Christ (2004) -- another low budget movie with plenty
              of gore and no big stars -- out of the number one place in box office sales."   Gratuitous,
              because this segueway into The
                Passion is irrelevant to zombie films. And can we put one urban
              legend to rest? The
                Passion of the Christ is not all that gory. To those who only
              view romantic comedies, maybe, but not to any experienced gorehound. Most of The
                Passion's gore was in the scourge scene, some eight or nine minutes
              total (and even then interrupted by flashbacks). Far more sickening
              scenes may be found in many a gore film, such as Make
                Them Die Slowly and the authentically misogynistic Don't
            Go in the House, not to mention such contemporary torture films as Saw and Hostel. Paffenroth
              also rails against guns and individualism, his "film analysis" a few sentences
              before launching into irrelevant diatribes that should nevertheless please
              his academic colleagues.  Consider this passage:
 
                "Finally, zombie movies appreciate
                and mock that uniquely modern and particularly American predilection, fierce
                individualism, as something that can sometimes temporarily save us in a
                crisis, but which can also doom us in the long run. "Considering the
                scenario of a zombie takeover, or any civil unrest or natural disaster,
                U.S. citizens, self-reliant individualists who are deeply suspicious of
                the government and intellectuals and who are armed with a number of firearms
                that Europeans find incomprehensible among 'civilized' people, would probably
                fare better than people in other countries. We'd all barricade ourselves
                in our individual houses and start shooting. "Or, better yet, we'd
                all use that other quintessentially American machine, the automobile, to
                drive around and shoot zombies. We would probably gain the upper
                hand over the zombies in some places in the short term, as is shown in Night
                  of the Living Dead and Dawn
                of the Dead (1978). "But as the crisis continued, unless our individualism
                could give way to feelings of trust, sharing, and community, we would be
                doomed as our individual supplies of ammunition and food gave out and we
                fell to fighting among ourselves: reports after Hurricane Katrina of people
                looting and shooting at rescue personnel, thereby stopping them from doing
                their jobs, sadly confirm this. "Our American myth of the lone wolf,
                a tough guy who solves all of his problems with his fist, or, more often,
                his gun(s), is not very realistic or helpful in our real world; if it excludes
                community, compassion, and helping others, it is downright sinful, one
                might say."   Reports
              of people shooting at Katrina rescue workers have been challenged as urban
              legend, but never mind. Paffenroth does eventually cap this paragraph
              by stating that actor Ving Rhames epitomizes "such an attitude," as though
              Paffenroth suddenly remembered that this is supposed to be a book about
            zombie films. And it's
              a short book. Discounting endnotes, it's only 136 pages. An
              Introduction, a Conclusion, and five chapters devoted to George Romero's
              five zombie films: Night
                of the Living Dead (1968), Dawn
                  of the Dead (1978), Day
                    of the Dead (1985), Dawn
                      of the Dead (2004), and Land
                        of the Dead (2005). Each chapter has a synopsis and analysis. The analyses are PC litanies of how racism, sexism, homophobia, Christianity,
              guns, etc., are portrayed in each film. It gets tiresome. Some
              eighty pages later, Paffenroth is still harping on Hurricane Katrina in
              his "analysis" of Dawn
            of the Dead (2004):
 
                "The issue of homophobia is
                raised explicitly several times in the film. As C.J. watches the
                final television broadcast, the Christian minister interprets the end of
                the world as God's judgment on a sinful humanity, and he singles out homosexuality
                as the main sin that is being punished.  "For those of us who lived
                during the beginning of the AIDs epidemic in the '80s and had to hear such
                rhetoric constantly, we surely shake our heads again at such an explanation. First, because it seems rather unlikely that God would stand by for the
                thousands of years while humans commit a nearly infinite catalog of sins
                and atrocities, only to destroy the whole human race (the vast majority
                of it heterosexual) because of homosexuality. "But the explanation
                elicits more exasperation from us, because it seems almost certain that
                in such a situation as depicted in Dawn
                  of the Dead, many Christians would eagerly grasp on such a diagnosis. It was even discussed after the recent tsunami and Hurricane Katrina, when
                some Christians speculated that the cataclysmic floods had been targeted
                by God against southeast Asia and New Orleans, so as to punish them for
                allowing prostitution (never mind how many children and other innocents
                died in the catastrophe). "Such an explanation is so convincing and
                acceptable to many Christians because it blames the whole disaster on some
                alien group that many Christians are inclined to dislike in the first place. It is convenient and cost-free scapegoating, and many Christians seem eager
                to accept it, no matter how vengeful and unfair it makes our God seem,
                and Dawn
                  of the Dead holds up such ignorance for the ridicule it deserves."   Yes,
              yes, it's ridiculous to claim that God sent floods to punish Asia and New
              Orleans for homosexuality and prostitution, but please, can we talk about
              zombie films? And not just a brief reference to Dawn
            of the Dead followed by an extended personal vent. Of course,
              any tenure committee will be pleased to note that Paffenroth embraces identity
              politics. He judges characters not by their actions but by their
              gender. Consider his analysis of Dawn
                of the Dead (1978):
 
                "[The men] either laughably
                indulge in shopping for stereotypically feminine items, like gourmet food,
                or effeminately primp before a mirror. In other scenes, they go the
                other extreme of rabidly indulging in male fantasies, driving and shooting
                in the video arcade, or feverishly shopping for the most hyper-masculine
                items, namely the enormous guns and bullets they load up on in the gun
                shop, a scene accompanied by faux African music and the screeches of jungle
                animals, as the men seem to descend into a kind of mad, pagan worship of
                'the cult of the gun.'  ...   "The men seem able to indulge both
                their feminine and masculine sides, but much to the detriment and parody
                of either. Unlike the men, except for the one brief scene of cosmetic
                stupor from which she shakes herself loose, Fran seems unmoved by any of
                this, skating slowly, gracefully, and sadly on the mall's ice rink. She remains, to the end, the voice of reason, restraint, and introspection
                in the group, a powerful symbol of how wrong and hypocritical men are when
                they demean women as vain, shallow, spendthrift 'shopaholics,' a stereotype
                and accusation more fittingly directed back at themselves."    Well,
                  not really. Since society has fallen and money has no value, the
                  men aren't "spendthrifts." As for the "cult of the gun," it's what
                  protects them from zombies and the biker gang (who might have raped Fran
                  but for the guns). But more tellingly, in good PC Orwellian fashion,
              Paffenroth reverses himself a couple of paragraphs later:    
              "[A]fter
                Fran has thoroughly berated [the men] for their callous treatment of her,
                Peter readily agrees with her that henceforth she is to have a say in their
                plans, and is always to carry a gun from now on." Paffenroth then
                approvingly cites R. Wood in a footnote: "[Fran] progressively assumes
                a genuine autonomy, asserting herself against the men, insisting on possession
                of a gun, demanding to learn to pilot a machine."   Through
              his "analysis," Paffenroth mocks men for worshiping a "cult of the gun,"
              but celebrates gun-totting women. And when he earlier berates Americans
              for embracing a "misguided kind of individualism" and "myth of the lone
              wolf," I presume he means men, because apparently women are not misguided
              in asserting "genuine autonomy." Occasionally,
              Paffenroth does discuss zombies absent politics. And gets it wrong. He writes: "Part of the appeal of zombie movies also lies in their undeniable
              humor ... no good zombie movie takes itself, or us, too seriously. A pretentious zombie movie is an oxymoron." Excuse
              me, but has Paffenroth ever heard of Lucio Fulci? Fulci's seminal Zombie (aka Zombi
                2), with its legendary eye-gouging scene, is unrelentingly grim and
              nihilistic, from its ponderous music, to its brutal imagery, to its despairing
            ending. Zombie packs a raw, visceral punch without a trace of humor. Both Dawn
              of the Dead and Zombie blew me away when I was a teenager. But when I saw Dawn
                of the Dead again some twenty years later, I found it tepid and dull. By contrast, I've remained ever-impressed with Zombie. Zombie may have been inspired by Dawn
                  of the Dead (but perhaps not, according to its DVD's Special Features
              interviews), but in any event, Zombie is by far the better film. Greater
              emphasis on such topics (humor in the zombie film, Romero's satire versus
              Fulci's nihilism) might have yielded an interesting book. Instead,
            Paffenroth choose to vent. If you like his above fulminations, you should
              enjoy this book. If not, well, there are plenty of better zombie
              film books out there. Review copyright by Thomas
              M. Sipos   
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