Some kind of critic.
Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
A cast of wood shop teachers versus the post-Vietnam psychological apocalypse, with a fuzzy line separating viral madness from the regular variety. Looks and sounds distractingly cheap; as always, it’s a credit to Romero’s vision that it still manages to be this unsettling and funny. Harold Wayne Jones’s Clank might be my favorite performance in a Romero film, and the end credits song is unbearably good.