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...I also finally got around to finishing off Mulberry Street, the Noo Yawk rat-zombies movie which Rue Morgue put on its cover last year. Very fun--it's real old-school 'sploitation, the sort of thing which would have ended up in a drive-in somewhere, what with the overt politics, the indie punch and the general nuttiness. Mise-en-scene and doomy pacing reminded me somewhat of The Signal, but without the occasional "I'm-all-that!"-ish indieisms; this is a ground-floor flick about ground-floor people in which a man suicidally chooses to fight his way through crowds of infectious maniacs by punching them in the face over and over, basically because he knows that's what he's best at. I loved the portrait of the neighborhood itself, the unshowy and fairly realistic way that people reacted to what was going on ("What the fuck are these rat-zombies?" "They're fuckin' rat-zombies!"). The scourge itself was an interesting combo of metaphor and vague possibility (sections reminded me of Rats!, a wonderful nf. book I read in 2007). Someone needs to give these guys more money, soon, and see what else they can come up with.