In honor of the coming of AMC’s The Walking Dead, I’m telling you—nay, insisting: Load up your Netflix queue! Get reacquainted with the most important films of the brain-eating genre, in preparation for the Best. Halloween. Ever. And there’s nothing better, nothing more important, than the granddaddy of all modern zombie films. No, I’m not talking about the original black and white
film, The Mummy. I’m talking about George A. Romero’s black and white Night of the Living Dead. If I have to tell you about it, you’re way behind the power curve. I saw it for the first time when I was eight, and we were vacationing in a cabin at the end of a long dirt road in Maine. My mom and I lasted until Margaret holes up in the house, and I was too scared to go on. So I saw about 20 minutes of it. I slept on the floor of my parents’ room for a week.
The movie was made independently in 1968, on a budget of about $100 grand, and has to date made over $30 million. It is therefore one of the most profitable movies ever. Romero, however, got almost nothing for it.