Fido

This screening took place on Wednesday, April 29, 2015 at 9:00 pmOld Fire Hall

It had been 20 years since My American Cousin, the only other big budget film (1.3 million in Canada in 1985) to be shot in the Okanagan Valley, when Canadian movie-makers returned in 2005 to make this zombie can-cult comedy starring Billy Connolly and Carrie-Anne Moss. To celebrate National Canadian Film Day 2015 we asked Yukon North of Ordinary Editor, Tara McCarthy to select and present one of her favourite Canuck films. Tara will introduce this special screening of Fido. Tickets: $10/ $9 YFS members, available at the door. Doors open at 7:30pm About Fido Timmy Robinson's best friend in the whole wide world is a six-foot tall rotting zombie named Fido. But when FIDO eats the next-door neighbor, Mom and Dad hit the roof, and Timmy has to go to the ends of the earth to keep Fido a part of the family. A boy-and-his-dog movie for grown ups, "FIDO" will rip your heart out. In an Earthly world resembling the 1950s, a cloud of space radiation has shrouded the planet, resulting in the dead becoming zombies that desire live human flesh. Zombies can be temporarily neutralized by being shot, but can only be permanently neutralized by their brain being destroyed. Their ultimate disposal is through cremation, or burial, the latter which requires decapitation with the head being buried separately from the body. Conversely, the company Zomcon has created the domestication collar, subduing the zombies into eternally productive creatures within society. Because all dead initially become zombies, the elderly are viewed negatively and with suspicion. And all people, adult or child, learn to shoot to kill to protect society. "It's not a horror film by any means, but a comedy that happens to be about zombies. Unlike the comparable Shaun of the Dead, with its ample gore and scattered scares, Fido takes the subgenre in a new direction by setting it in a sunny retro-1950s future where the zombie apocalypse came and went and humans carry on in the picket-fenced suburbs, thanks to the ZomCom corporation, inventors of a collar capable of rendering the flesheaters docile. Now everyone's got an undead servant in a blinking neck clasp and ZomCom jumpsuit. Everyone, that is, except the Robinsons. - Dave Alexander - Full article here: Canuxplotation