A spectre has emerged from the dark recesses of pop culture and gripped society tightly as “the new hot thing” – the zombie.
The concept of zombies, or reanimated corpses, has not only permeated every rung of entertainment from the brutal television series “The Walking Dead” to the new “Twilight” movie clone, “Warm Bodies,” but have even been utilized as a selling point for preexisting franchises.
The zombie mode in the video game “Call of Duty: Black Ops,” for instance, helped breathe “life” into an already worn-out idea.
While zombies obviously equal good business, it is odd that most people find no fault in viewing the mindless slaughter of their own species, or even in committing the atrocities themselves.
Sure, the premise provides meaningful scenarios such as “apocalypse preparedness” or the unraveled, animalistic side of man, but people fresh off of a four-hour “Left 4 Dead” campaign or zombie film marathon rarely write a richly detailed treatise about such things.
When zombies are utilized to symbolize social distress, such as in director George Romero’s 1968 classic “Night of the Living Dead,” which addressed racial discrimination and man’s will to endure tense situations, humanity’s grotesque change serves a greater purpose.
There seldom exists a solid point to constructing the rote “Oh no, zombies! Grab your guns and aim for the head!” scenario used more recently. It has now devolved into a poor excuse to relieve oneself of repressed misanthropic feelings without accruing guilt.
I do not want to condemn people for enjoying explicitly “zombie-fied” media; I would have to point a finger at myself in the process.
Society, however, should stop and think about its tendency to glorify the refried destruction of mankind. Should this fad continue, perhaps these cravings would only be sated by gladiator combat.