An hour-long psychotronic transmission from a better dimension. #AlLewis4evah
Using the vampire myth to express regional terrors, the fear of life passing you by in a dead-end town, provides a rich enough subtext for anyone to sink their teeth into. Romero goes so far beyond by placing the audience in Martin's psychologically complex headspace without shying away from the unfettered evil and moral rot at his core. The spirits and "magic" of the Old World give way to a repugnant present, which, you know, we're seeing in full force these days.
Calling media "dated" as strictly a pejorative needs to stop. It implies that only contemporary works matter because they're about The Way We Live Now, ignoring the archival value of a cultural statement. Sure, there's a spectrum through which one can have this conversation, but it very often winds up as a dead-end. If there is a common complaint with Mann's work, it's that his attempts at staying in the vanguard of taste fossilize portions of his works in amber…
"...For there is a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, I can walk free of pain."
-- Tobias Fünke