Did you happen to read the tagline of this charming review on your way through the door? In case you were wondering, that's my brand-spanking new philosophy on life. If someone's going to tell me I have cancer, the black plague, or some other potentially fatal disease, I want the news delivered with an accent. Doesn't matter what kind, mind you, as long as it's not American. For some bizarre reason, everything just sounds better that way. Call me crazy; call me anti-American; hell, call me pro-accent. Regardless of what you say about me, it's not going to change the fact that anything delivered with a "foreign accent" is much more fascinating to behold. This, of course, may help to explain why I loved Stephen Bradley's Irish-lensed zombie comedy Boy Eats Girl a lot more than I probably should have.
What can I say? I'm a sucker for them Ireland types.
Here's the setup: Nathan (David Leon) loves Jessica (Samantha Mumba), and Jessica, it seems, loves Nathan. But, as it usually goes with silly high school romances between best friends, they just can't seem to tell one another how they truly feel. After Jessica misses a potentially touchy-feely encounter with her beau-to-be, Nathan is convinced she's just blowing him off. It doesn't help matters any when he sees Jessica catching a ride with the town's resident playboy, a sleazy fellow who is just aching to see what's lurking beneath her skirt.
Feeling down in the dumps and bluer than the Cookie Monster with a batch of sugar-free biscuits, Nathan fashions a noose from his bedroom ceiling and foolishly tests the limits of his suicidal tendencies. Moments later, his mother enters the room, knocks poor Nathan off-balance, and sends him into the Great Beyond.
Fortunately for everyone, Nathan's mom discovered an ancient spellbook in a secret chamber of the local church earlier that day, thus allowing this mourning parent to bring her dead son back to life. However, his resurrection doesn't come without a few grisly side-effects. To put a finer point on it, Nathan is now a flesh-munching, card-carrying member of the living dead. Despite his best efforts to control this unnatural hunger, our zombified hero eventually bites a few of his dimwitted classmates, setting off a horrific series of events in the process. Mild pubescent hilarity slowly ensues.
Article comments
1 - Marvin
Small question. I went to look at this movie on amazon and I couldn't find Samantha Mumba's name anywhere. It said the movie came out in 1993. So this was way before Samantha hit the pop music scene.So how come you have her mentioned in his review? Did I miss something?