The Crazies Review
Horror remakes tend to do better when they play it straight. Get down to business, deliver the shocks, don’t worry about those “the original was much better” rumblings from the peanut gallery, and try your darndest to stand on your own two feet. The Crazies succeeds more often than it fails on that front, mostly because of an outstanding bit of casting and the director’s willingness to find inspiration wherever he can.
The task becomes all the tougher when you choose to remake a George A. Romero film. The original movie featured plenty of fear and paranoia, as well as a go-for-broke feeling which spared no one in its efforts to shock us to the core. The new version lacks its raw nerve, but makes up for it with a more polished production. It entails a variation on Romero’s classic zombie formula: a virus created by the military is inadvertently released into a small town, turning the citizens into crazed lunatics and prompting a full-bore military lockdown. A few clear-headed survivors–including the town sheriff (Timothy Olyphant), his pregnant doctor wife (Radha Mitchell) and his true-blue deputy (Joe Anderson)–have to simultaneously dodge trigger-happy soldiers in HAZ-MAT suits and steer clear of their former neighbors transformed by the disease into blood-soaked freaks.












