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Fido

Lionsgate // 2006 // 91 Minutes // Rated R
Reviewed by Judge Bill Gibron // October 23rd, 2007

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All Rise...

Think all zombie movies are the same? Judge Bill Gibron has a new one for you, a sensational comedic scare-fest that has something salient to say about human—and inhuman—tolerance.

The Charge

Good Dead are Hard to Find

Opening Statement

The '50s were so filled with fears—fear of Communism, fear of nuclear annihilation, fear of minorities; why not add zombies to the mix? After all, the living dead have come to symbolize so much in our current cinematic zeitgeist that allowing the undead to combine all the Eisenhower Era horrors into one flesh-eating fiend seems like a pretty smart idea. It's a pretty funny one as well. Conceived as a combination satire and scary film, Fido is a surreal surprise, a genuinely touching tale of tolerance and totalitarianism reminiscent of Bob Balaban's equally brilliant suburban frightmare of conformity, Parents. Canadian filmmaker Andrew Currie has taken the standard iconography of the era—the freshly manicured lawns, the cocktail dress and pearls housewives, the sleek Detroit automobiles—and perverted them, ever so slightly, into a commentary about race, relationships, and reality.

Facts of the Case

After a radioactive cloud blankets the Earth, the dead come back to life. The government responds to the cannibal crisis by launching an all-out war. Things do not go well at first. Thanks to the efforts of Dr. Hrothgar Geiger, however, the zombies are contained and controlled. He comes up with the "head wound" theory, and the collar that domesticates the creatures. Soon, all suburban households have zombie servants, while the corpses do most of the menial chores and jobs around town. Naturally, there are accidents, but the corporate security forces of multinational ZomCom Industries keep everyone—living and undead—in check. When the Robinson family gets its first rotting man-monster, it causes a split among the members. Dad (Dylan Baker, Happiness) hates it. Mom (Carrie-Anne Moss, The Matrix) is intrigued. And little Timmy? He names it Fido (Billy Connolly, The Last Samurai) and adopts it as his "pet." Soon, the two are inseparable.

The Evidence

At first, it's rather hard to see the parody present. Because of his attention to period detail and desire to make his characters more than just silly symbols, Currie stays subtle—maybe even too much so. Even the black-and-white "educational" film shown at the beginning of the movie (a nice way to introduce us to this particular take on the zombie's origins) feels too "real" to be overtly ridiculous. No, it takes a while before the script starts slipping up, tossing in little baneful beauties about "wild zones," protective barriers, and citizen "re-education" procedures. By this time, we get the idea—the gated community with its internal security and demanding deed restrictions is the ultimate example of "white flight" illustrated and acted upon. And the reanimated corpses carousing around the perimeter? They're the undesirables (racial or social) that the scrubbed Caucasian citizenry is desperate to avoid.

Yet there is much more to Fido's narrative than "us vs. them." There's a murder mystery thread running through all the stories, hints at aberrant sexuality (thanks to an odd-duck neighbor—O Brother Where Art Thou's Tim Blake Nelson—who treats his knock-out zombie servant with just a tad too much friendliness), notions of growing marital unrest, and the erratic beginnings of the freedom and liberation that would come to define the revolutionary nature of the next decade. In between, we have the Conservative Establishment trying to moderate the primal, uncontrollable "counterculture," along with a fatalism that suggests the battle may be already lost. Throughout, Currie paints pictures with a pulsing primary color patina. Everything looks bright and shiny and crazily kitsch. It's only when we see the rotting facades of the dead-eyed zombies that we recognize how phony this entire world really is.

If one wanted to be cynical, they could argue that Currie is making a comment about traditionalism—and it's a criticism that cuts both ways. For the Robinsons—Bill (Baker), Helen (Moss) and son Timmy (the excellent K'Sun Ray)—a zombie represents status and standing. Helen even argues that they need this one. After all, their neighbors already have six! Bill's reactions are more distant. He has bad memories of the initial undead outbreak, and can't stand being around this constant reminder. Like an episode of Lassie gone loopy, Timmy decides that "Fido" would make a good friend. He benefits from his ghoulish presence, but also learns how ill-prepared he is for the responsibility. Still, they want to be part of the planned community, a place that ZomCom runs with a slightly sinister set of kid gloves.

But the undead don't get off so easily. Because he casts them as maniacal flesh-eating fiends, Currie can countermand the nuclear family with its own parallel plight. The zombies are definitely supposed to be seen as the harsh underbelly of humanity that we try to keep in check—our unhinged hunger, our predominant pituitary evil. When you think about it, it's a fairly potent metaphor. It draws directly into the allegorical nature of the genre, and it provides a portal for many of the movie's more intriguing ideas. The whole whodunit angle, for example, is hinged on the fact that the undead are "automatically" considered the criminals, and while cinematic statistics bear this out, Fido suggests the protector may be more corrupt than the provocateur. Additionally, this is perhaps the first film (after Scott Phillips's fascinating Stink of Flesh) that actually broaches the subject of sex. After all, if you can get a compliant corpse to do anything, like mow the lawn or take out the trash…ummm…

Naturally, a great deal of the movie's success rests on the tone taken by the actors. One wink at the audience too many, or a few too many tongues planted openly in cheeks, and the whimsy wears off. Luckily, Currie rounded up a cast so sensational that they occasionally feel like subjects in a deranged documentary, not a group of fictional creations. It has to be said that Billy Connolly, the mad Scottish comic, is lost inside Fido's fright-mask makeup, his expressive eyes all that's left of his standard Glasgow façade. But his performance is exceptional, always suggesting something more complex and compelling behind his rigor mortis movements. Similarly, Carrie-Ann Moss makes the frustrated '50s housefrau seem like the sluttiest soon-to-be bohemian in the bridge club. Released from her Matrix-imposed S&M ambivalence, she's down to earth and very endearing. Nelson certainly delivers on his naughty nebbish demeanor, while Baker remains an actor unstuck in time. He can play both contemporary and Cold War with unimaginable ease.

As for Currie, his lack of outlandishness may put off some macabre fans. After all, he treats his zombie kills in an almost comic-book manner, offering them on camera but blotted out by an amazing full moon or a park draped in deep shadows. Still, his undead register real fear—both to the characters and to the audience. It's the concept of unpredictability that makes them so suspicious. Fido himself seems to be capable of controls that his fellow fiends can barely contain. Still, he happily feasts away when need be. Perhaps the most compelling element of this fully realized film is its ending. Laced with irony and some unsettling comeuppance, it sets the stage for the next "evolution" in the human/zombie order—and the inevitable question of where society goes when intolerance no longer owns its purpose.

Finally finding its way onto DVD, the presentation of Fido on the digital domain is a delight. Lionsgate leaves the film's original theatrical ratio alone for once, giving fans a gorgeous 2.35:1 anamorphic widescreen wonder to ponder. The image is postcard perfect, almost colorized in its aesthetic. Hues hum like radioactive fallout and details are as crisp as hospital corners. It's a sensational transfer. On the sound side of things, the Dolby Digital 5.1 audio mix is equally compelling. It uses the inherent atmosphere Currie created to spread comedy laced dread across all the speakers. As for added content, we are treated to a bevy of bonus features. There's a fun "making of," a collection of deleted scenes with explanations from the director, a trailer, a selection of storyboard, makeup and concept art galleries, and an intriguing DVD-Rom "Zombie Creator" feature. The best extras however are a full-length audio commentary from Currie, producer Mary Anne Waterhouse, and actress Moss. It's a bright and bubbly affair, with all contributing insightful stories about Fido's origins and working with Connolly. Score composer Don MacDonald also shows up to talk about his efforts on selected scenes. It all makes for a fascinating set of digital supplements.

Closing Statement

For all its grandiose implications and subtle social skewering, Fido remains a wildly entertaining comedy. It has as much humor as horror, and a wonderfully wonky way of making its many cogent social critiques. A few may scoff at a deeper meaning, reducing Currie to a comic resorting to gimmickry to produce his gags. Unlike Shaun of the Dead, this is not a movie macabre homage. Nor is it a 28 Days/Weeks reinvention. No, Fido is a wholly original take on a very familiar film foundation. Ever since DVD destroyed the creepshow category, mainstream moviemakers have been looking for a way to reclaim their rotting corpses. According to Fido, you'll never beat them, and you really can't join them. Better to accept them and move on with life. It's how you finally defeat fear once and for all.

The Verdict

Not guilty; one of the best films of 2007 gets a great DVD package.

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Scales of Justice

Video: 98
Audio: 96
Extras: 88
Acting: 95
Story: 90
Judgment: 90

Perp Profile

Studio: Lionsgate
Video Formats:
• 2.35:1 Anamorphic
Audio Formats:
• Dolby Digital 5.1 Surround (English)
Subtitles:
• English
• Spanish
Running Time: 91 Minutes
Release Year: 2006
MPAA Rating: Rated R
Genres:
• Comedy
• Horror

Distinguishing Marks

• Full-length Audio Commentary with Director Andrew Currie, Producer Mary Anne Waterhouse, and Actress Carrie-Anne Moss
• Composer Select Scene Audio Commentary
• The Making of Fido
• Deleted Scenes with Optional Audio Commentary from Director Currie
• Storyboard, Makeup, and Concept Art Galleries
• Trailer

Accomplices

• IMDb Listing
• Official Site








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