Review: Dead Snow
What could have been. Photo courtesy IFC Films.
There are plenty of movies out there that pay homage to their forefather films, those exceptionally well made pieces that stand the test of time and help to define a genre. However, this is perhaps seen nowhere more than in horror film vein, where hat-tips to the Evil Deads, the Braindeads, and even the Shaun of the Deads are practically mandatory. But these exist for a very specific reason: those movies kick ass.
Unfortunately, problems arise when a film starts to rely pretty heavily (or sample unabashedly) from its predecessors, leaving little new and innovative foundation for the feature to stand on. Instead, you’re more likely to get a weak ‘homage’ piece that is chock full of re-imagined classic shots and cinematic device patchwork that don’t quite leave you warm and fuzzy. And as promising as the trailer has looked - and with hordes of zombie Nazis bum rushing two armed men over classical music, it looked amazing - the hard-to-swallow truth is that Dead Snow is one giant, underwhelming gladhand to the films that have come before it.