Some kind of critic.

Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
A cast of wood shop teachers versus the post-Vietnam psychological apocalypse, with a fuzzy line separating viral madness from the regular variety. Looks and sounds distractingly cheap; as always, it’s a credit to Romero’s vision that it still manages to be this unsettling and funny. Harold Wayne Jones’s Clank might be my favorite performance in a Romero film, and the end credits song is unbearably good.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
The Martians aren’t the bad guys. They destroyed the political class, the capitalists, the generals, and the media so that the Earth could be inherited by service and transit workers, blaxploitation icons, gamer teens, and Tom Jones.