Some folks might remember the remake of Night Of The Living Dead that appeared way back in the 1990 or 1991 or some such, and how it was reasonably alright mainly on account of the highly imaginative zombie designs, and also because it had Candyman in it. You may remember that whilst it was hardly a patch on the Romero original, it was still a fun hour and a half, and a hell of a lot more desirable than the ghastly 30th Anniversary Edition of NOTLD, when the blokes that made tea on the original set decided that what Romero meant to do was to film a bunch of useless superfluous shite and throw it into the original film at grossly inappropriate moments.
Even when the powers that be decided that no one would want to watch the film unless it was colourised, at least they had the sense to leave it alone, apart from, y'know, making folks a weird green colour.
But anyway, the thing about the remake is that now they've gone ahead and made a remake of the sequel, Dawn Of The Dead, but they ignored Candyman's antics altogether, and so start the story fresh, as it were.
This is a bad idea, but thankfully, it's one of fairly few bad ideas herein.
Dawn 2004, or D2K4 as some folks might call it now and again, plays less like a horror film than a peculiarly small-scale Roland Emmerich disaster movie affair. The opening feels like the first half hour of Independence Day, with an eerie calm settled over everything, so much so that you expect a Mothership to be hovering above the city, just waiting for Will Smith to look up and do his "What...the...hell??" face. There's an unsettling tranquillity, people are just too content, and we all know that something horrible is going to happen, be it a volcano exploding or the dead starting to dawn. We can assume that it's the latter, since the title of the movie is Dawn Of The Dead, and not, y'know, The Exploding Volcano.
Sure enough, it all comes to a maggot-riddled head, when a young girl enters her parent's bedroom and proceeds to tear chunks out of her father's neck. Personally, I blame Marilyn Manson, but the folks concerned assume it to be on account of some zombie virus carry-on.