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S*-ing to Power **** S is for Sign, * is for Use. S*, as in S*-ing, is for SLINGING THE SHLONG AGAINST PHILOSOPHICAL AND OTHER ABUSE (Let S* be verse, picture, symbology, rant, whatever talks eternal, American, now) The world is ready and waiting for what we can do here. As John Calvin put it, differently, "It's up to you."

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Thursday, February 05, 2009

Nazi Zombies

Nazi Zombie Movie: Dead Snow
The Movie Blog January 14, 2009 12:27 PM
You know what sucks? Zombies.
You know what else sucks? Nazis.
You know what sucks even more? Nazi Zombies.
You know what really tops off the “suck” meter? Going on a ski trip with some friends only to stumble across an old horde of Nazi Zombies up in the snow. It totally kills the buzz. Cindy will never be in the mood to give you the ski bunny treatment now.
Add all that together and you have the new Zombie flick “Dead Snow“. I’m going to tell you right now, I know almost NOTHING about this little movie about to play at Sundance, but I’m dying to see it already. Our friends over at Cinematical have a little more info. For now, check out the sweet poster.

(visual of lower male torso in jeans holding a bloody chain saw, severed head of a Nazi on the snowy ground below.)

Stumbled across the synopsis. Sounds way too good:

For eight medical students, Easter vacation begins innocently enough. They pack their cars full of ski equipment and enough beer to fuel their escape from everyday life to the snowy, isolated hills outside of Øksfjord, Norway. Once there, they receive a late-night visit from a shady hiker, who tells them a story about Nazi occupation of the area during World War II. After doing their fair share of raping and pillaging, the dreaded battalion faced a brutal and vengeful uprising by the citizens of the town. The soldiers who managed to survive the onslaught, including their dreaded leader Colonel Herzog, were driven into the hills by the angry mob, where they supposedly froze to death, never to be seen again. But if the horror genre has taught us anything, it’s that the raucous behavior and promiscuity of the younger generation always have a way of bringing evil spirits back to life.Director Tommy Wirkola pulls no punches in the carnage department—heads roll, blood flows, and entrails ooze as the young vacationers attempt to make it through the night. Wirkola adeptly utilizes the snow’s eerie and ominous backdrop to its fullest extent while orchestrating this wickedly gory