The Dead Don't Die
Hot off the press at Cannes and from the grisly imaginarium of Jim Jarmusch comes the zombie comedy of a lifetime.
Hot off the press at Cannes and from the grisly imaginarium of Jim Jarmusch comes the zombie comedy of a lifetime.
The fate of Centerville’s citizens is placed in the dubious hands of three bewildered cops as the dead climb from their graves and more or less live up to the movie’s title. Off the back of his simmering vampire romance Only Lovers Left Alive Jarmusch looks set to reanimate yet another bloated corpse of a horror genre, with the return of the undead in his latest venture ultimately explained by arctic fracking, whilst the narrative is shot through with commentary on consumerist fetishism.
When he’s not taking a shotgun to the current environmental climate or capitalist binging mentality, Jarmusch’s indies have artsy references and musical cameos bursting out their stitches and this is no exception, with frequent collaborators Iggy Pop and Tom Waits dropping in and newbies RZA and Selena Gomez baring their necks. A dozen or so more famous faces (most of them still attached to their bodies) make their appearance, with Bill Murray featuring seemingly because he’ll do anything to defer retirement and Tilda Swinton returning to the Jarmusch fold as a bloodthirsty Scottish mortician/samurai, this looks set to be the most stylish and star-studded splatter-fest of the decade.
Fronting a large enough ensemble-cast to make Wes Anderson weep, The Dead Don’t Die promises guts, gore and brains coming out of its ears.
