When I heard about Zombie With A Shotgun, the title had me curious — it was a turn-around on the typical premise. Usually the shotgun is used on the zombies, but in this case the zombie apparently has a shotgun. The title also made me think of Hobo With A Shotgun.
I watched Zombie With A Shotgun on TubiTV — it was my first time using Tubi. I had higher hopes about ZWAS because of the promotion I had seen online and the implied campiness. Ultimately … the acting is thin, the dialogue delivery is hardly better, and the gratuitous Z-film boobs are further enhanced by some sort of hallucinations of lesbian kissing followed by some of the same Z-film boobs in the shower with boy-butt just to keep things in balance. Outside of that, I barely have an idea what the point of the film was. Were this a book a friend referred to me I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t finish reading it.
I appreciate the independent film spirit — and I honestly believe that the film wants to be something. It has a visual polish — a certain professional look — but everything else falls short. It is as though the filmmakers had the right money, cameras, etc to make the film but the story writing and actors weren’t much better than most of the self-produced Z-films on YouTube. The development of whatever the story is hardly makes sense even 30 minutes into the film and it’s only 79 minutes long.
Before I finished the film I already began debating if I would rate Zombie With A Shotgun would receive my Red Blood or Yellow Puss zombie-film rating. Conclusion … maybe I need to come up with some kind of orange rating. ZWAS isn’t a great zombie film, but there are worse Z-films.
The first time I heard Tom Petty – and I mean REALLY heard Tom Petty – was at a ski condo where I spent many winter weekends during high school. If you consider a lot of his songs being in high school could not have been a more fitting time.
One night during the winter of ‘89/90 some folks down the hall at the condo building had a party. They put on 
Every week the concert would pick up where it left off, and over a number of weeks I caught most of the performance. Something about the music and the presence the musicians had caught me. To this day I don’t know what the specific concert was or much reference to make for the footage – and I would love to see it again. All I recall was that there was this HUGE tree prop behind the band on stage, and I think chandeliers hung from the branches. Their performance was engaging, electrifying, authentic, and the roots of rock’n’roll were palpable.
I get the impression that some folks think that because I play bagpipes that I’m not a musician, that I don’t tie in with the rest of musicians the same. While I hold the opinion that there is a vibe every musician experiences that comes with their genre of instrument, there is a vibe that all musicians share. I didn’t start out as a bagpiper, I’m not now only a bagpiper, and with that I’ve always viewed myself as a musician first. When you appreciate the work of another musician both from an audience standpoint and from musician standpoint …. when someone who’s work was incredible and they move on … it hurts in two ways. You lose a star in the night who was a point of great creation, and you lose someone you understand because of the vibe you shared with them.
(When you watch the film with the director’s commentary he indicates that these actors were reenactors, more interestingly they’re