Hey, peoples of the world: white guys are awesome! Suppose a white guy–a pasty English lord, let’s say–were kidnapped by a bunch of Lakota Sioux. Sure, he might try to escape from captivity once or twice, but after a while he’d be totally cool with it. Instead of whining like a paleface, he’d go out and kill some other Native American people, maybe grab him a scalp or two, and then finally prove himself to his tribe by undergoing a bizarre physical ritual and fucking the chief’s sister. Eventually, he’ll be the leader of the tribe, rocking a tomahawk and a headband and showing them how to skirmish, English-style.
Vengeance of the Zombies is reviewed as part of a Blu-ray double feature:
If there’s a better music cue in Euro-horror history than the syncopated percussion that plays in weird accompaniment as the first beautiful, pale zombie rises from her grave in slo-mo in the pre-credits sequence, I have yet to hear it.