"Doesn't anyone watch this kind of stuff anymore?!"
Ok, admittedly this movie isn't exactly the crowning achievment of cinema. If you're looking for the el pretensiouso-artfag existential movie to end all movies, you'll be disappointed. NOTC isn't even the crowning achievement of 80's post apocalypse films...actually, it's pretty awful. But you can't fault it when it's got it's tongue placed firmly in butt cheeks! Definitely a B movie, but the 'B' stands for BigFun! And maybe BigHair!Just good old fashioned brainless fun. What can I really say about this? It's new year's eve, and a comet never before seen by human eyes is returning from its ellipses. The last time it passed earth, the dinosaurs disappeared, but I guess people in 80's movies are too dense to figure the connection. Anyways, the comet passes, and everyone except for a lucky few are turned into either cayenne pepper or flesh-eating zombies...looks like that Nostrildamus guy was right after all! Sure, the premise seems as silly as 'The Omega Man' and its afro-wearin' albinos, but that's part of the charm!
So, a pair of valley-girl sisters, a couple of kids, and a truckdriver (played by that Jicote guy from StarTrek: Voyager in his most memorable role to date) are seemingly the only people who are immune to the comet and the strange zombie-disease it brings. Granted, these aren't the most multi-dimensional characters, but it's obvious throughout the movie that noone involved seriously thought anything about Night of the Comet was all that multi-dimensional. And you gotta love Valley girls who get off on shredding cars up with Uzi's and (in a great little tip o' the beret to 'Dawn of the Dead) breaking into malls to shop while listening to Cindy Lauper! What else are you going to do after the end of the world?! To hell with that "Postman" crap!
And it's got zombies! That's gotta be worth something! I've never seen a film that could be ruined by writing zombies somewhere into the story (Films starring Sharon Stone aside).
There's also some very haunting cinematography employed in many shots...stark landscapes of a life-barren but still mechanically functioning L.A. are the most standout shots...mall mannequins are of course used to great effect, because everyone knows mannequins are just too creepy for words.
My favorite scene has to be when a charismatic zombie and his gang of punks treat our heroines to a friendly game of russian roulette..."Let's play a game! It's called SCAARRRY NOISES!"You could do much worse for a buck fifty rental. I'm quite proud to admit this one's a part of my video collection. If Grace Jones had been in it somewhere I would've tacked on another star,
just because she should be in more movies.