Fest #2: Go Goa Gone

Mike's wearing a t-shirt that says "More Brains." Mine says, "In case of zombie uprising, rembember to severe the head." There are several zombie films on tap tonight, the first of which was "Go Goa Gone." In India, they do gods and ghosts, but zombies are something new, the result of globalization. Or so we're told by the hapless trio who spend most of the movie fleeing from the undead. They're away at Goa for a reason that doesn't really make much of difference; it gets them an invitation to a rave on a remote island (where else?) where a new drug brought in by the Russian mafia turns most of the attendees into zombies. Our trio, a girl and Russian mobster named Boris who is actually Indian, seek a way off the island, and much carnage and hilarity ensue. In many ways this is a run-of-the-mill zombie movie, albeit with a high body count and fairly convincing effects. A Harold and Kumar vibe gives a new twist to the zombie comedy sub-genre that keeps this one step ahead of expectations, with many clever situations. The body count is about the same as the short we saw earlier, "Fist of Jesus." The Savior cuts a wide swatch through a sea of zombies, parting them with the help of a chainsaw-like spinal bone. Groovy.