Peter Jackson and the Living Dead

Dead Alive (one and a half stars total) I should've known I wouldn't like Dead Alive (Braindead in New Zealand). I didn't like The Frighteners (1996), another horror-comedy directed by Peter Jackson. I may have gone to midnight advance screenings of all three Lord of the Rings (2001-2003) movies, but I had to walk out on the last one because of work and I still haven't caught the ending after all these years. Peter Jackson has what I call diarreah of the eye, and it nearly ruined his remake of King Kong (2005), which surprisingly I was looking forward to. His work LOOKS beautiful, at least his recent work does, and it's properly balanced by ugliness, both human and inhuman, but there's only so much that the senses can take. One T. Rex would've been sufficient, thank you very much. Even action and gore can get boring or tedious. That applies to the second half of Dead Alive (1992). Some jokes are funnier the 3rd time around (the rule of three) but not the 33rd. Because I have a sick sense of humor, I chuckled when the first zombie ate her own ear out of a bowl of tapioca. By the time a zombie baby was born, my funny bone had been broken. At that point I was more fixated on the cheap claymation and the neon green slime, reminiscient of Nickelodeon's Double Dare game show (1986). The actors are great though. Since the U.S. doesn't get a lot imports from Australia and New Zealand, I'm not sure if they're always wacky like in Mad Max (1979), Crocodile Dundee (1986) and Strictly Ballroom (1992), but they seem to be.