Ok, I don't want to rain on anybody's parade. I love Dawn of the Dead. I love Return of the Living Dead. Heck, I love all zombie movies. Zombies, give me more zombies. I need more zombie movies. But there is one that stands supreme. Braindead (or Dead Alive as it is known in the US) What is there not to love? It's got gore, gore, gore, and then more gore. It's got a zombie baby. Now I ask everyone, where else have you ever seen a zombie baby? Especially a nasty bratty one. The sequence where this little monster gets loose in a park never fails to make me completely sick from laughing so hard. And who else but Peter Jackson would, even for a moment, put a baby in a blender? And then there's more gore. The mobile intestines are an especially nice touch. I especially enjoy the inversion of the Night of the Living Dead in how our hero is desperately trying to keep the zombies in his house. Maintaining appearances is all important, so it doesn't do to let your zombified mother, a nurse whose head is almost coming off, a former kung-fu priest, and a random thug who eventually goes to pieces, outside where polite society can see them. There's a bunch more gore too. This movie also teaches you the proper way to get rid of unruly party guests, especially if they happen to be zombies. A lawnmower. Ah, the simple things are most effective. Messy, but effective. "Party's over!" And then it gets real gory. Funny and gory - what could be better?