Come Get Some! (2003) 1 brain1 brainhalf brain

I think the secret to a good indie zombie film is comedy. Come Get Some! is a perfect example. Writers Steven A. Grainger and Jason Griscom were at their best when trying to elicit laughs, of which there were plenty. Grainger plays an inept government agent code-named The Last Resort, who has been assigned to cover a zombie outbreak in a small southern town in the hopes that he'll screw it up and cause lots of casualties. Then, the agency that he works for, H.U.D.S. (Human Undead Defense Services), can make a good case for increasing their budget in the next fiscal year. Grainger has great comic ability, and his Elvis-worshiping character is charmingly moronic. As another character says in one of the deleted scenes, "He grows on you, like a bad haircut."

The action and gut-munching sequences in the movie are also well-done, but they tend to drag on for way too long. Not to mention that once you've seen one person forced to the ground by zombies and ripped into hors d'oeuvres, you've seen it a thousand times. Action sequences have to be there, but it's my opinion that they should be used as the barbeque sauce on the meat of the movie, if you will. Grainger and Griscom's strength is in their comedy, and I would have liked to have seen more of it.

The action centers mainly around four kick-ass women, Summer (Colleen Galeazzi), Skylar (Jennifer Strickland), Ashlyn (Bonnie Moore), and Christa (Hayley Mattison), who are fighting for control of a town against the Parker brothers, an entertaining country foursome prone to spouting out various federal regulations. The Parker brothers are clearly bad guys, but the morality of the women is less certain. They're violent and short-tempered, but seem to be vigilantes of justice. They meet up with The Last Resort just as the zombie outbreak is picking up steam, and after kicking him in the balls once or twice, they decide to trust him.

Each of the women seems to have a preferred weapon, oddly enough reminding me of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (did I just reveal my age?), except with tattoos, piercings, and black leather. And a lot better looking. They do an adequate job of acting, but can't quite carry off the air of menace they're supposed to project. They were most believable and most likeable (although maybe I'm not supposed to like them) when their characters were dialoging rather than fighting.

Overall this was a pretty good flick. If you really get into the gut-munching, you'll get all you want here, but the writing brings more to it as well. I'm interested to see what else these writers can do.