I'm not sure what happened, but last night I posted about Night of the Comet from the film festival via my sidekick and it apparently never actually posted. Here's what little of it I remember:
Night of the Comet didn't hold up too well to my fond memories. I suspect that it is mostly because I'd only ever seen it on television before, where it was edited for time -- something that it could have really used for the theatrical release as well. Maybe moviegoers in the 80's weren't used to being constantly entertained throughout the movie like we are now, but the good parts were pretty spaced out. I remembered it being funny, but there were really only a handfull of parts that elicited any reaction from the crowd at this screening. The two that I remember are: "I'm not insane... I just don't give a fuck!" and the crowd favorite "I don't know... My parents taught me never to breathe anything from strangers."
I was a bit shocked to see them head to the radio station in like the 2nd act of the movie, as somehow the years had turned my memory of Night of the Comet into a silly zombified homage to On the Beach, which it really wasn't
Actually, there wasn't really many zombies in the film either now that I think about it.
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