Synopsis: When the last evacuation flight out of war-torn Africa crashes off the coast, American Air Force Engineer Lieutenant Brian Murphy (ROB FREEMAN) emerges as the sole survivor in a land where the dead are returning to life and attacking the living.
Fuck You Howard and Jonathan Ford, just Fuck You.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve been as disgusted with a film as I was watching The Dead. On paper, the idea of a zombie film set in Africa sounds interesting and original, but that originality is quickly thrown out the window when the hero of the film is a white American, and not the native African Daniel (Prince David Oseia) who should have been the lead.
First and foremost, the story is derivative and dull. Zombie outbreak has started, we follow a couple of characters as they try to survive and come back to their families, and everything ends badly for everyone.
If that was the film’s only major flaw, I don’t think I would be as angry about it as I am, but the fact that I sat through an hour and forty five minutes of what can best be described as a “White Savior” zombie film is not only infuriating, it’s disgusting.
Why in the hell would you bother to make a zombie film set in Africa and then make the hero of the film A WHITE AMERICAN? I’d be willing to say “Well, you’re making some commentary” if he’d been a white South African, but he’s not, he’s just another White American Male saving minorities, and one scene toward the end of the film, after I was starting to be relieved that I only had about ten more minutes of this tripe to deal with, we’re given the perfect summation of exactly what this film is all about.
The White Man is the savior.
(What you can’t hear is the angelic choir singing on the soundtrack.)
This movie is derivative, racist and painfully long.