George A. Romero, RIP.

As was the case for countless many, George A. Romero’s Dawn Of The Dead was a formative picture for this writer. I was saddened to learn of his death over the weekend.

It’s rare that a film that one falls for in youth remains as captivating into adulthood, but Dawn Of The Dead has remained a mainstay for me. In short, it’s the greatest horror film of all time, the best in class, and a film which remains as impactful in 2017 as it did when I first discovered it, somewhere around the age of eleven in the early 1990s.

His was one fo the first oeuvres I made attempts to fully devour, with Dawn Of The Dead leading to Martin, The Crazies, and of course the other two films in the initial Trilogy Of The Dead; Night and Day. The renaissance of sorts that befell upon the man in the mid-2000s, a happening no doubt at least partially due to him finally being given his due as the king of the zombies, came with mixed results, though I maintain that Land Of The Dead is better than Day.

My thoughts are with his family.

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