The Return of the Living Dead, where our heroes strap down a captured ghoul to an examination table and actually ask the brain hungry beastly exactly why the hell the undead want our grey matter so badly.
“I can feel myself rotting. Brains..it makes the pain go away!” it wheezes. Exactly why no one has decided to capitalize on this idea in today's undead cinematic climate is anybody's guess, but O'Bannon's comedic alternative to George Romero's original nightmare, Night of the Living Dead, offers snappy ideas by the bucket load whilst throwing an irresistible mix of death-rock and punk rock-horror bands that tore up the eighties like The Damned and The Cramps, eschewing the overwhelming apocalyptic grip of dread that Night is renowned for.
