So far I've heard a couple of theories (of the bar, do not think) about the rise of zombie literature. A: zombies replacing the ancient Indians westerns in a cultural environment too prudish. From this premise, it would have leeway to commit carnage (narratively speaking) on \u200b\u200bthe collective zombie as long not seen or read, and without generating controversy and raise allegations of discrimination of any kind. Then it might be, but if we have reached the situation where, for the author has to rely on similar device for display, hypothetical controversy concerned, forget it.
Other: we are the zombies. Not only do I find more elaborate, but in the case I present below is the basic theme of the work. Not surprisingly, much individualism is encouraged, we are in a mass culture: statistics are for politicians, targets for industry, consumer products cultural industry, we suffer the attacks of computers 'zombies' ...
And we see on TV.
A notice before moving (if at this height of this madness, someone is still reading): I will not do an analysis of the series. I will go directly to the resolution. So, anyone hypersensitive to espóilers: starts here and not come back here to finish Chapter 5. And after the break ...
Sure there are more theories as the economic crisis that has fueled this subgenre , meaning "subgenre" as in the horror genre Encarnacion (do not you be picky, the prefix "sub-" means not only inferiority). But in the case of Dead Set clear that zombies are us. What better paradigm ism and mackerel that Big Brother? (OK, soccer accepted, Avatar , iPad and hundreds of concepts such as octopus.)
In five episodes, about three hours, we see the zombies invade and infect the UK, and only the contestants who remain in the house of Big Brother (of the same company that issued the series), the producer, an assistant and remains are few people alive, but they can not get rid of prejudice and to adapt to survive.
The premise, in itself, has a strong element of parody that explodes (sometimes literally) with a sense of humor. But we freeze the laughter from the third chapter. The outcome, not inevitable, it loses strength. What is more, his ruthlessness strike without mercy, and the implications of the metaphor are daunting: No room for hope in a world where intelligence is valued lower, and where premium physical contacts or marriage for money. All end up being eaten by zombies, suffering the bites cathode. And end up like this: Watching TV.
For me, one more round of metaphors that I have seen lately. Nuria, Monty and Ana stayed with the guts riots, but left me devastated by sadness.
