Old memory die hard

17 years ago Santa Claus gave me a book about two American filmmakers, George A. Romero and Hershell Gordon Lewis. When I woke up in the morning, I found this beside my pillow. Thank you Santa, now I know who you really was, I read it and suffered from nightmares for the following two weeks. It was George A Romero and his movie Dawn of the Dead that forced me to live in the horrible world of zombies, at least in my imagination.

Then I decided the book has to be sealed forever (I didn’t come up with the idea to simply throw it into the trash can), put it inside the lower part of the bookshelf. Still, merely thinking about the book paralysed me. As soon as I closed my eyes, I could see thousands of zombies marching toward me, ready to feast upon my flesh.
I never got over this fear, until now.

Since the remake of Dawn of the Dead came out, I watched the trailer for no less than 20 times. It will hit Japanese theaters on April, and I am going to watch it too. I have to say I am willing to do it. I don’t know why – did I seal the book because I feared I was fascinated by the horror world? Or am I trying to get over the fear? Will see.

And while writing this entry, I watched the trailer once more.