A double batch of the living dead was our snack for tonight. At least it wasn't human flesh leftovers from Thanksgiving. First up was the New Zealand horror comedy Black Sheep from 2006, which is not to be confused with the 1996 Chris Farley comedy of the same name. This movie is actually funny, something sadly lacking in the Farley turdfest. At least Farley died and he doesn't have to talk about it anymore. As a boy our hero was scared by his older brother. It was a grissly prank. The older meaner brother killed his younger brother's pet sheep, skinned it, and wore the pelt to scare the kid. Not surprisingly, fifteen years later, that kid still has some issues with sheep. They scare the crap out of him. Not a good thing when he's returning home to the family sheep station. His brother, who is still a prick, has been running things, and he's created a genetically altered sheep. It's the coming thing. I think it cooks itself, I don't remember what they said. Some animal rights people, Grant and Experience, steal some genetic material due for destruction. The bad guys drop it down a hole in the ground for disposal. Reminding me that businessmen, left unchecked, will fuck things up. Grant, while being chased, falls and drops the container. The contents bite him and the game is on. He starts changing into a sheep and it's not pretty. More people get infected, most of the sheep get infected, and there's a lot of running about in the pretty New Zealand landscape. And screaming. The sheep become vicious and start killing people. I didn't know sheep could leap and bite people on the head. Damm! Next thing you know they will be flying. Our hero, still scared of sheep on the ground, has to confront his fears and his brother to win the day. He gets to recover an old friend and gets a new girl in the process. His brother gets his and the sheep are blown up in a methane explosion. Boom! Nice one. There are lots of fun bits and some ok characters. It's a nicely made movie, by first time writer/director Jonathan King. The good guys win, although something might be wrong with that dog. Isn't that always the way. There's always that bit of virus stuck to your shoe. It follows you home and, BAM! Sequel.
That's how our second film ended too. Flight of the Living Dead: Outbreak on a Plane wasn't as much of a comedy as our first film. There were funny bits, but mostly it's a battling zombies on a plane movie. Eventually the movie people are going to run out of new places to kill zombies. The story seems based on the not too unreal Military experiments to animate the dead to keep alive the near mortally wounded. I read about this on MSNBC last year. They can pack a wounded guy so full of drugs he doesn't die right away. Here the science guys are secretly transporting the dead corpse of one of their wives in the cargo hold. A bad storm knocks the cargo about and the wife gets released from her sub-zero ride. She seems ok at first but after the guard shoots her she revives all bitey and the killin' starts. We meet some passengers and wait to see who gets to be infected first. The infection kills you, then re-animates your dead organs, which have a taste for living human flesh. There is lots of gun fire on the plane but it's a tough old bird and luckily none of the bullets get outside. Even the home made bomb doesn't blow out the hull. That does happen later when the Air Force comes to shoot down the out of control and infected plane. A near miss by a missle leaves an open hole on the side of the plane. Zombies and seats are sucked out into the atmosphere. Watch out! Oops. I bet that jet pilot didn't see that coming. Other wise he would have gotten out of the way. Just another systematic failure by the military. Protect my ass. My ass! Now the zombies are on the ground and ready for the sequel.
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