Chris Brisson

Taking elements I like and leaving the rest has become the norm for me these days, as original ideas are few and far between. Personally, most takes on the genre are merely regurgitated iterations with some moderate improvements on George Romero's engineering. The only real fascination left is how different countries and cultures adapt the precarious elements such as makeup, cinematography, behavioral choreography, and origin(Korea is crushing it by the way). Characters making countless horrible decisions during survival situations will always prove to be the true antagonist within this premise. It is meant to frustrate the viewer, and moreover, is it really unrealistic? If you truly believe it is then clearly you haven't ever been to a walmart, ever...or the bank, or a restaurant, or a concert, or work, or a family reunion, or in a room in your own dwelling completely by yourself. I assure you, you are also that dumb. All fundamental flaws within the genre that we choose to ignore aside, such as contracting whatever the shit is exclusively through mastication thus completely negating the possibility that maybe just maybe it's from the blood and saliva and God knows what else the character was thoroughly saturated by from their assailant, where exactly are all the rest of the more than 6.2 million citizens of Rio De Janeiro? I'm expected to believe that one could push a few cars out of the way, hit fourteen afflicted people over the head with a crowbar, and loot a mostly stocked convenience store with fully functional freezers and a paltry padlock protecting all of it four days into a pandemic of this magnitude? Does no one remember the great toilet paper famine two days into covid? Again, yes everyone is that dumb! ...also, cleaning that much blood out of rugs, grout, and astroturf is no picnic. Blot it with all the baking soda and selzer water you want, that shit ain't ever gonna look the same.