I liked Dawn of the Dead. I liked the original, and I liked the remake; I thought they were both good. And I'm not one of those people who was bitching and moaning how a remake would sully the integrity of the original. It was a zombie movie, it didn't have any integrity.

The remake was less of a social commentary than the first. There was a lot less of the "people who shop in malls are zombies" in the new version. What they had in common were emotion and drama. Both movies succeed because it's not just about crazy zombie effects or buckets of blood; it's also about characters, characters like us, who aren't stupider than the zombies. That's a rarity; most zombie movies get it wrong because the characters are oversexed and too stupid to live. At the risk of sounding silly, these movies are good because they've got BRAINS!

And if you kept your eye on financial standings, Dawn of the Dead finally knocked The Passion of the Christ from the number one spot. This poses an interesting question. What's worse, a child sneaking in to see Dawn of the Dead, or The Passion of the Christ? It's pretty easy to explain to little Jimmy that the zombies need to feed on human flesh to survive, but what are you going to tell him when he asks why Christ died? Hmm?