Synopsis:
In homage to the original Night of the Living Dead, a comet does a Maverick-style flyby of Earth and fucks with humanity.
Review:
1980s gem. Low budget, no-name actors (eh... I guess Robert Beltran sort of had a career as Janeway's bitch), and you can almost smell the sodas spilled on the arcade console the main character plays on.
A comet comes by the planet and if your ass wasn't behind enough steel, it either:
(i) turns you to dust (direct exposure) or
(ii) if you're lucky and were partially shielded, zombifies you with a terminal condition that will result in (i) in a week or so.
The story follows the few people that aren't in either group. I cannot overemphasize this isn't a zombie flick. You'll find no legions of undead sweeping over abandoned street at the feet of empty skyscrapers, probably because that was too expensive. Encounters are individual, few, and far between. Towards the second half of the flick, most of the action centers around some fuckwad government scientist types trying to find a way to make a cure.
It's an enjoyable B-movie, if only for one-liners like this one spouted by a teenage girl complaining about her submachine gun, "Daddy would've gotten us Uzis."
Verdict:
Not bad.