<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>Tom Savini - vo.rs</title><link>https://vo.rs/tags/tom-savini/</link><description>Latest from the Tom Savini desk at vo.rs.</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><copyright>This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Thu, 28 Dec 2023 08:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://vo.rs/tags/tom-savini/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Dawn of the Dead (1978): The Mall as the Real Monster</title><link>https://vo.rs/screen/dawn-of-the-dead-1978-the-mall-as-the-real-monster/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;There is a moment early in &lt;em&gt;Dawn of the Dead&lt;/em&gt; when the survivors, having taken refuge on the roof of a suburban shopping mall, look down through the skylights at the dead shuffling aimlessly across the polished floors of the shops below, drawn to the place by some dim reflex. One of them asks why they are there. The answer — that this was an important place in their lives, that they are following an instinct worn into them, a memory of what they used to do — is the entire film compressed into a line. George A. Romero made a zombie epic in 1978 whose real subject is the mall itself, and whose great, obvious, still-devastating joke is that the shoppers were already the walking dead before anyone rose from the grave.&lt;/p&gt;</description><pubDate>Thu, 28 Dec 2023 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>