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My pet peeve was where have all the bodies gone?
Food, dude. They were all eaten by the infected.
a brazilian who's never heard of Marley.
I've spoken to a woman a little younger than me (I'm 24) who knew nothing of Hendrix. It's not that unbelievable. Pointless in the film, but not unbelievable.
Not unbelievable, but very unlikely. Though Hendrix is not Marley, not knowing either of them is, as Will Smith says in the film, "unacceptable". IMHO, of course.
That movie gave me insomnia, something that only the very best horror and/or zombie movies do. But, unlike most zombie movies, the threat of the zombified canibals takes second stage to the oppresive loneliness that is destroying Neville's sanity (most zombe flicks deal with a group of survivors, not a single one), which I think it the core and heart of the movie, and what made it so scary (not that the superfast, superstrong, photophobic zombies were not scary too. Though, how long can a human body stand a disease that makes them highly feverish and with a constant 200 heartbeat per minute rate without burning up and dying? More than three years?)
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To me, the most scary moment was when Neville goes into the dark building after Sam and runs into the group of mutants sleeping standing up. Regardless of all we know, the dark will always be fucking scary, won't it? And the part in which Neville forgets about the trap he set with Fred the manequim and start asking it "Are you real? Say something or I'll shoot you!" (or something to that effect) until falling into the trap very well writen.
However, I did find it quite curious that a big-budget Hollywood film would end with Will Smith discovering religion, and then almost immediately turning into a suicide bomber to wipe out the godless hordes.
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