Is it fair to judge a movie for what it isn't? Obviously, if it's rubbish, no one could deny  it's the prerogative of those who have suffered through viewing it to  rip into it like a Romero zombie horde, and that would include roasting  it for all the much better things it failed to be, but what if it isn't  really bad? What if it's actually a somewhat entertaining little  picture but one that just spectacularly fails to live up to its  potential?
October saw the U.S. television debut of just such a picture and I had  just that sort of reaction to it. It's DEAD SET, a British horror  "series"--in this case, essentially a movie carved into half-hour  segments--about an outbreak of flesh-eating zombies that overruns the  UK, and, apparently, the world.
Literally overruns it, in this case. The premise may be that of George  Romero's epics, but DEAD SET eschews Romero's mournful, shuffling ghouls  in favor of the hard-charging sprinters popularized in Danny Boyle's  (non-zombie) 28 DAYS LATER (2002) and the godawful 2004 remake of DAWN  OF THE DEAD. When it comes to the living dead, I'll confess a general  partiality for the slower, stiffer breed. When trying to sell an utterly  fantastic premise to an audience, it's best to try to make it as  plausible as possible and it helps if what are supposed to be  reanimated corpses actually look and move like one would imagine  reanimated corpses would.[1] Some who share my preference are quite  dogmatic about it. While my own view is that, as a rule, slower, stiffer  zombies are best, if a movie works I wouldn't give that question a  second thought. I'm certainly no rabid fanboy on the point.
Simon Pegg is, though. Sort of. The star of SHAUN OF THE DEAD wrote a  very good mini-essay on the subject, a piece that also featured  some thoughtful insights into what makes the best zombie cinema work. In  particular, Simon is--forgive me--dead on in awarding the zombie "the  title of Most Potent Metaphorical Monster." Zombies, as Romero used  them, are such great fodder for film because they're cracked reflections  of human beings. They're driven to try to eat the living, of course,  but other than that, some semblance of what they were still fires  through the synapses of their putrefying grey matter.[2] They're people  reduced to their impulses.[3] One can use zombies to tell just about any  kind of story.
The kind of story DEAD SET creator/writer Charlie Brooker and director  Yann Demange were telling is about a zombie uprising that lays siege to  the Big Brother house. Big Brother is a noxious--and depressingly  popular--"reality" show contest wherein a diverse group of shallow  fame-seekers is confined to a house for months and forced to live  together, entirely isolated from the outside world and under constant  surveillance. They're given various challenges and, one by one, they're  eliminated, as viewers vote to "evict" them from the house.
Eviction Night is a big deal on Big Brother, and that's where DEAD SET  begins, with a gala event featuring a loud crowd of rabid fans gathered  to see off the evictee. That's also where it begins to fall short. Some  shots of these screaming, overly-excited fans would have made a great  contrast to the later shots of hordes of rabid corpses laying siege to  the house. The parallel is so obvious it positively begs to be drawn.  Unfortunately, DEAD SET doesn't bother to draw it, and its absence is  palpable.
The series had a premise that was absolutely ripe for a relentlessly  caustic  satire. I'd even hazard a guess that the desire to create just that is  what gave birth to the initial idea for it. By virtue of taking place  around a lame-ass "reality" show, it begs for   that sort of treatment. And, in fact, we do get the odd nod in this  direction. One of the characters, surveying a scene of zombie carnage  for the first time, blurts out, "Does this mean we're not on tele  anymore?" Another, scavenging through a drug store for supplies, is  excited to come across a tabloid with his picture on it then becomes  upset by the less-than-flattering story in it. And the ending of the  picture is sheer wicked brilliance. Unfortunately, these moments only  serve to underscore the missed opportunity inherent in the decision to  treat the rest of the picture like a more-or-less run-of-the-mill  survival horror story. Of course, DEAD SET doesn't have to be   anything other than another survival-horror movie. It had the   potential to be a great deal  more, though.
As a regular movie it's entertaining enough, even if it is mostly  unexceptional. There's plenty of mayhem and gore. Brooker wrote some  great dialogue. Most of his characters are entirely unlikable and  tend to be one-note stereotypes, which is appropriate given that  they're contestants on Big Brother (a fact that even led me to forgive their relentlessly stupid behavior throughout the proceedings). My favorite was easily Patrick, the  unbearable Big Brother producer. Essayed by Andy Nyman, he's DEAD SET's  version of Capt. Rhodes from DAY OF THE DEAD, a mouthy, dictatorial  prick from his first appearance to his last.[4] His dialogue mostly  consists of creative insults, and he dominates every scene in which he appears. His finest moment comes when he gets the idea of chopping up the now-dead  Big Brother houseguests  and using the pieces to bait the zombies away  from the gate so they can escape. Everyone else is horrified by the  suggestion, so he gets a knife and starts hacking on the bodies himself.  He's hacking away, pulling off body-parts and getting absolutely  covered in gore, and the whole time, he never stops ranting at the others, going on about how he has to work for a living, how, on  the other hand, they're just fame-seeking twats who want the easy way  through life and so on. The scene is way  over-the-top hideous and should have been absolutely hilarious, but--yet again--DEAD SET proves not to have the stomach for that sort of  humor--the moment is juxtaposed with shots of the other characters, at a  distance from the carnage, crying as Patrick rants while somber music  plays over it. Too bad.
So what am I to make of DEAD SET? As a survivor horror tale, it's  entertaining. A bit long [5] It has its moments. It has some  problems.[6] I wouldn't call it "great," and I don't see myself  revisiting it often in the future. Where it really fails is in blowing  what could have been some great material. The project had potential to  burn. It just doesn't live up to it and the overwhelming impression  with which I'm left is  one of disappointment, because I can see where some better  choices  would have made it something very special. Is it fair to judge a movie  because of what it isn't? I don't know, but with this one, I suppose I  have.
--j.
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[1] Running zombies lead to other logical problems as well. If they  maintain the strength and coordination to sprint, why are doors and even  flimsy fences a barrier to them? Particularly when they're in force.  It's never a good sign when a movie makes one start thinking of things  like this, and DEAD SET does.
[2] ...and, in that respect, eating other people doesn't seem so much the exception to their humanity as my wording, there, would suggest.
[3] ...which is why I dislike another trend in zombie flicks also  followed by DEAD SET, the complete dehumanization of the zombies. They  already eat people. When they also have utterly inhuman (rather than  just dead) eyes, emit animal sounds, and run harder than they ever could  in life, they may make ghoulish monsters but we entirely lose any  connection between them and ourselves and all of the rich metaphorical  material that comes with it. They may as well be invaders  from Mars.
[4] His last scene, in fact, directly references Rhodes.
[5] Nearly 2 1/2 hours, a consequence  of  stretching a story for a feature-length film over five episodes. It  isn't dull, to be sure, but the middle portion is a bit middling and  the whole project is a bit padded. A subplot, for example, about the  boyfriend of one of the Big Brother assistants trying to get to his girl  eats up a lot of screen-time and doesn't really go anywhere--it could  have been entirely excised without any real loss, except for one moment  it provided which I particularly liked. The line is "I liked our  farmhouse." See it in context and you'll like it too.
[6] Something I really disliked was the tiresome shaky-cam-on-steroids,  which is used in all of the suspenseful scenes. The technique doesn't  bother me the way it does some. It's just that it has been done to  death, and rather than being an artistic choice, it's usually a  substitute for one.  Like the running zombies, it's blatant pandering to  the  zero-attention-span  crowd and to be blunt, no one who is serious (or worthy of being taken seriously)  should be concerned with pandering to  them.
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