Ah, but then I had to ask further: do I give them what they're expecting...which frankly is Romero? This is not to say that I will not rant AT LENGTH about Romero's fabulosity and shortcomings at some point in the future. What it came down to is picking the single zombie movie that had the most impact on me personally, and the answer to that complicated question is:
WTF = 25
W = 9
T = 8
F = 8
As is true to most Italian horror movies, the plot is really of no import. But I'll give you a briefing. In this case, we begin a creepy macabre priest who commits suicide on hallowed ground, thereby opening a portal to hell. I love/hate it when that happens. Sometimes you get an awesome splash of zombies battling humans to the last man. Other times you get a Republican electoral win. Saying that I prefer the undead is a blurry statement, so I'll be specific: I prefer the fictional outcomes and this is one film that by far exceeded my expectations. After the priest hangs himself, you have a seance with a bunch of psychic mediums that gets broken up when Mary Woodhouse (aka Catriona MacColl) has some sort of a seizure and they have to call 9-11. The paramedics pronounce her dead, and the police think it's a bunch of druggies in their investigation. A psychic with a low voice and a white-girl-afro (a hilarious product of the 70's that I truly wish would come back into fashion merely so I could laugh at them all over again) claims that this is the end of the world or some psychic blibblab, and we are instantly launched into zombie fun, beginning with...
Let's split up!
Aaaaahahahah!!!!!!! Gets me every time. Like any non-suicidal group of frightened human beings would EVER use that plan EVER in a situation where dead people were getting out of coffins and eating the living? Who comes up with this bullshit? Answer: directors. On speed perhaps. And on a small budget. Further elaboration: because the movie would end too soon if they didn't split up. Ah.
Wesley Willis - with little explanation other than 'this is a reflection of ourselves!!! oooooo!!!'. They are often poorly cut, acted, directed, overdubbed, and produced, but they are also often barrels of fun n' gore with a few religious/biological/social undertones here and there. City of the Living Dead is among said barrels of fun that is not to be read deeply but definitely to be enjoyed as a preface to all that came before and all that followed. It is what it is!!!