Bong of the Dead-- Blog of the Living Dead REVIEW

Jy Harris and Mark Wynn

We've been following this home grown zombie sweetheart for months... and we have to say, we couldn't wait to see the the whole thing.






This meant following the exploits of Thomas Newman (creator/director extraordinaire) and his odyssey to create the quintessential awesome zombie  flick ... with well, little to no money.  If that didn't catch our (or your) attention, well, nothing would.


So we've followed, helped, and waited.... for the final product.

We've seen the film... watched it several times, and here is our review...

Quick synopsis-- two stoners need to acquire more zombie brains to fertilize their ganja (which cause their weed to grow very quickly into Super-Ganja.) The problem:  they now live in a zombie-free zone; not a biter in sight.

Road-trip!

Mark Wynn and Director Thomas Newman

If I could watch the movie from somewhere between the very start of the movie (awesome as hell... crashing astroids, zombie couples, a zombie mob-boss and his hench-zoms (absolutely hilarious)), etc etc etc to around the 46 minute mark--- when Thomas [director] (God love him, and he may never talk to me again) decides to inject a little pathos into the story (in the form of an awesome hot chick, Leah, as she describes to our pot-heads how she had to kill her whole family-- turn on the waterworks).  The flick starts to lose the momentum it was building (you know, down time can be good ... time to catch your breath... add some backstory...).   I understand the need for that-- good storytelling does this all the time -- identify with the characters, love 'em. Granted there were three awesome shots of family members getting their heads blown off... [especially the young sister in pigtails-- oh- yeah] but the dialogue was strained, and maybe the acting just didn't hit me in the warm spot.

But what follows is sheer brilliance-- a zombie-powered shower (literally... a zombie on a tread mill to power a water pump to power a shower)-- alluding to a lost family soul reduced to a power supply. Unfortunately another overly sympathetic scene of... pathos.. of no value (and left quite unexplained)  and a bit of over-acting... and then an abrupt change back to what the movie was intended to be.

Simon Bailly and Mark Wynn

Here the movie jumps back into gear-- after a standard "we're about to kick some ass" montage which produces a big-ass truck equipped with three lawn mowers attached to its front... and our heroes emerging in slo-mo from the garage like "Mad Max" extras.. and ... well.. you know what's coming..!.

Jy Harris is great as a bonehead half-wit Canadian, but it's Mark Wynn who plays Edwin in the flick, that steals the show, to be sure, start to finish.  He made me laugh out-loud (which is saying something when you're watching by yourself).  The rest of the crew was bang on; Simone Bailly was hot and at times touching and sweet; weaker in the slower moments, but strap on the leathers, and transformation!  Maybe our next female action chick!  The makeup and visual effects (by Mike Fields) were top notch, and you can't ask for a more gore and blood-gushing ending-- I'm sure, compliments of Thomas and Mike Fields at the climax.


At approximately 1:09 into the movie-- we finally get what we're waiting for.  The aforementioned blood bath-- for almost a good 25 minutes.  My hat is off to you, Thomas and team.  I am looking forward to BOTD2.

Three Lawn Mowers, no Waiting... 

And speaking of BOTD2, watch past the credits-- you won't be sorry.