Night of the Living Dead vs. The Thing From Another World
Early in 1969, Roger Ebert’s review of Night of the Living Dead was picked up by Reader’s Digest. He was 26 when he wrote it and, as he makes clear in a note added in 2004, it wasn’t so much a review of the film as a review of the audience reaction (he rates the film today at 3½ stars). The MPAA ratings system hadn’t taken effect yet, so of course the theater was buzzing with pre-teens expecting a few cheap thrills, a few laughs at the obligatory men in rubber monster suits.
By the end of the film they were speechless; a little girl across the aisle from Ebert was weeping. “This was ghouls eating people up—and you could actually see what they were eating,” he wrote. “This was little girls killing their mothers. This was being set on fire.” A few sentences earlier, despite (or because of) his emotional involvement with the audience, he hits on how George Romero had changed the genre forever: “The movie had stopped being delightfully scary about halfway through, and had become unexpectedly terrifying.”
The movie was certainly shocking at the time for all the reasons Ebert described, and not only to the kiddies. A daughter eating her father and stabbing her mother repeatedly with a garden hoe was just not something you put on display for public consumption (so to speak). But graphic violence in film was already a controversial issue—Hitchcock’s Psycho, the original shocker, came out in 1960 and, for better or worse, the ‘splatter’ genre followed quickly on its heels.
So what made a movie with a title reminiscent of Ed Wood Jr. so unexpectedly terrifying? Some critics and cogent moviegoers seemed to think that something deeper was going on behind all that black-and-white evisceration, even though most of the themes developed in Night of the Living dead—invasion, forced assimilation, cannibalism, social upheaval, isolation—already had a long history within the genre. To better understand what made these ideas so disturbing in this new context, I want to go back to the beginning and talk about where they came from.
Romero often cites Richard Matheson’s 1954 novel I Am Legend and its first film incarnation, The Last Man on Earth (Ubaldo Ragona, 1964), as his inspiration for Night of the Living Dead, but we have to go back a little further to get to the original source, the movie that Romero has said inspired him to make movies in the first place, the Christian Nyby/Howard Hawks classic The Thing from Another World (1951). Based on the novella Who Goes There? (1938) by John W. Campbell Jr., The Thing from Another World was the chiller of its time and the first major alien invasion film. It would go on to define at least a decade of Cold War sci-fi/horror, and its “barricade the doors” formula is to this day copiously “borrowed” by television and film.
The plot is simple enough. An Air Force crew is dispatched to an Arctic research outpost to investigate a nearby plane crash of “unusual type.” Captain Hendry (Kenneth Tobey) and others suspect the Russians, but what they find is a flying saucer and a large humanoid creature buried in the ice. They bring the creature (played by James Arness) back to the research station, where it promptly thaws and escapes. It breaks in later and kills some dogs, draining their blood, and two members of the research team suffer the same fate. The head scientist wants to reason with it, study it. He feeds plasma to its seed pods and baby Things start to grow from the soil. Meanwhile, daddy Thing destroys the outside generator and the heat goes out. Everybody smokes cigarettes and waits. The creature is eventually lured inside and the Captain and his boys zap it to ashes with electricity.
In both Night of the Living Dead and The Thing from Another World the protagonists are stranded in a remote location, barricaded inside against a hostile alien force, and cut off from the outside world. To make the situation a tad more desperate, the invader(s) want to eat them alive. The Thing feeds on blood and needs blood to reproduce; one of the crew thinks it has come to Earth to spread its seed and graze upon the human race. Romero’s ghouls (they’re not called zombies in the first installment) eat flesh and reproduce, in effect, by infecting the blood of the living. And, as Ebert noted in his review, they do indeed make spectacular feasts of men. So the basic frame is the same, but the guts have been rearranged, almost perfectly inverted, as if one of the films were a photograph and the other its negative image. Let’s take a closer look at the key players.
The Thing is wholly Other. It fell from the skies and is in many ways a substitute for the ubiquitous enemy of the time, communism. It is described by Dr. Carrington (Robert Cornthwaite), the Nobel Prize winning director of the research station, as “our superior in every way”: it is vegetable in matter, bloodless but intelligent; it feels neither pain nor pleasure, has no heart, and is not frustrated by sexual desire; it is single but self-replicating. The audience, like everyone in the research station except the “genius” Carrington, wants to see it terminated with extreme prejudice.
Romero’s ghouls, on the other hand, crawl out of the ground of Middle America and are described as looking like both “ordinary looking people” and “misshapen monsters”. There are no rubber suits or giant brains on strings here; the only monsters walking the Earth are men, and the germ is in everyone. The dead look strangely pathetic, dressed as they are in pajamas, formal wear, or nothing at all. They’re unsteady on their feet; they shrink away from bright light like grave-dwellers would, groaning helplessly against their hunger, and are in fact blameless for the butchery they commit, just as the big cats on the African plains are blameless. They have no individuality, no capacity for reason, but this and their singleness of purpose is exactly what makes them so relentlessly powerful. What makes the horde so scary is not that it moves quickly or smartly (take note, Zack Snyder, et al), but that it never stops until it gets what it wants.
The heroes of The Thing from Another World are military but informal, more like buddies who happen to be working the same job. The crew calls the Captain by his first name and constantly teases him about his would-be girlfriend at the station, Nikki (Margaret Sheridan), but they respect him and everyone tows the line and chips in when the time comes. They know the threat is real and potentially apocalyptic, but the jokes keep coming and no one loses his head. The attitude is can-do cooperation; the objective is not only to survive the Thing, but to pull the world out of its jaws. In the end they’re all alive and all smiles.
In Night of the Living Dead‘s unrelieved bleakness there are no heroes, unless they’re the flesh-eaters, and the civilian protagonists are defined by petty self-interest, cock-swinging machismo, psychosis, familial dysfunction and paralysis. No one seems to care about the bigger picture: That the world as they know it may be coming to an end. At the climactic moment, as the ghouls are breaking into the farmhouse, suburban blowhard Harry (Karl Hardman) takes anti-hero Ben’s (Duane Jones) gun and turns it against him. Ben takes it back and shoots Harry. The ghouls kill everyone but Ben, who takes a bullet in the head minutes later from the local sheriff’s (George Kosana) posse, a human horde that seems more interested in getting in some easy target practice than anything else. In the Twilight Zone episode “The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street” (1960), a different group of invading aliens says of their conquered humans: “They pick the most dangerous enemy they can find, and it’s themselves. All we need do is sit back and watch.” If Romero’s ghouls had a voice, I’m sure they would agree.
That the disparity between the films is a reflection of their respective eras is obvious and I won’t go into it here (the turmoil of the late ‘60s and how it informed Night of the Living Dead is discussed in Dread Reckoning: A Terrifying Ruby Jubilee), except to say that The Thing from Another World, a product of the Korean War and McCarthyism, shows us a triumphant defense of mainstream American values against a bloodless alien enemy; and Night of the Living Dead, representing the America of the Vietnam War and the counterculture, shows us acute social fragmentation and the collapse and overthrow of those mainstream values from the inside. Both films are now preserved in the National Film Registry at the Library of Congress.
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