Analysis Of The Movie ' The Night '

“Nothing looks moved Mackenzie,” she said and frowned. “Why was the door locked and why do you look so

There has been a resurgence of zombie films in the last decade, ranging from Danny Boyles 28 Days Later to Paul W.S. Andersons Resident Evil. This renaissance of zombie cinema has resurfaced in response to the cultural, political, and social volatility experienced in today’s society, much like its predecessors. A zombie film, unlike other monster movies, plays more with the real-world fears and anxieties, presenting the audience with inescapable realities. However, to understand why this subgenre has been brought back into the mainstream cinema, a comparison is needed across generations of film. This paper will focus on the comparison between George A. Romero’s Night of the Living Dead and Danny Boyles 28 Days Later; in an attempt to show how zombie cinema is a reaction to cultural shocks.

I went Into Elie Wiesel 's Night having read the book in various stages in my life. It seems to follow me through my schooling years. In junior high I read it in standard English class, just like any other book I would have read that year. In high school I read it for a project I was creating on World War II, looking at it from a more historical approach. Being a firsthand account of concentration camps made it a reliable source of historical information. But during previous times when I was reading, I never thought to take a look at it from a theological point of view. Doing so this time really opened my eyes to things and themes I hadn 't noticed during previous readings.

He dropped his chin on the table and mumble something underneath his breath before letting out a hefty sigh. “I’ll let you get this and one more date for my boy body comments. After that I’m out of the clear.

“Aaron what are you doing out here? Come back inside, this rounds on me!” Silvia said, breaking up the mess that was in the process.

I get the boys attention and point to the window. “Hang back. I’m going to see if I can get her out there. You see anything, cover me.”

We sat on the bus for like and half an hour. Oh my god if this drive takes any longer I’m going to kill myself. We finally show up to school after what felt like forever. As we walk the JV team heads to locker room to get ready for the game, as we go find seats in the bleacher.

“Alas, but I do have modesty. I just wanted to have some fun” I said.

He looked over towards the front door and grimaced. "You didn't tell me he was bringing more than just himself." He gave Alex a dirty look.

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist,” he chuckled out. By this time, he was standing there just wearing a pair of boxer briefs. He had placed his clothes on top of the rock and paused. “Are you telling me after last night you want to play little Miss Modest?”

'Why are you looking at me, how am I supposed to tell her why the boy's gone?' Zack asks annoyed, in a

“I guess they’re not used to it,” Shelly said. “I guess I don’t really mind. Can they turn around now, Miss Devasquez?”

“I’m not sure but it seems extremely weird”. It’s now lunch time and Josh isn’t really sitting far away from both Jennifer and Vanessa. It’s now the end of the day of Thursday and both Vanessa and Jennifer are scared for the next day because this week has been very strange to both of them and the next day is Friday. The last day of the week for school.

A devious roar of laughter filled the room. “Oh, hell no. I’ll take care of this later. The night is young and we’re just getting started.”

Zack seemed thrown off his game. "Now that my frequency’s ruin, I’m going to go get settled. Let’s meet for dinner and then to Stu's." He turned and marched away. His biker boots sounding down the hall.