Movie Chat: Pride & Prejudice and Zombies

Once a week I’ll be discussing a Book or Movie/TV Series I love. Or posting a submission from a reader/author about a movie or book in the horror or zombie genre. Sharing the love of a book or movie as if you were talking with a friend.


The offering this week is a movie that I’ve been wanting to see. It helped to read Pemboke Sinclair’s review of the movie.



Pride & Prejudice and Zombies


Remember when mashups were all the rage?  I think they hit their peak a few years ago.  The big ones I remember were Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (https://www.amazon.com/Pride-Prejudice-Zombies-Classic-Ultraviolent/dp/1594743347), Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter (https://www.amazon.com/Abraham-Lincoln-Vampire-Seth-Grahame-Smith/dp/0446563072), War of the Worlds plus Blood, Guts, and Zombies (https://www.amazon.com/Worlds-Plus-Blood-Guts-Zombies/dp/1451609752), and Alice in Zombieland (https://www.amazon.com/Alice-Zombieland-Lewis-Carroll/dp/1402256213).  I’m sure there were others, but I can’t think of them off the top of my head.

As I was pulling the links for these books off Amazon, there are indeed many, many more mashups.  Little Vampire Women (https://www.amazon.com/Little-Vampire-Women-Lynn-Messina/dp/0061976253), Wuthering Bites (https://www.amazon.com/Wuthering-Bites-Sarah-Gray-ebook/dp/B003IYI7N2), Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters (https://www.amazon.com/Sense-Sensibility-Monsters-Jane-Austen/dp/1594744424), and the list goes on.)

I was thrilled when PPZ (the book) came out.  I thought, “Yes!  A fun way to read Pride and Prejudice!”  I was in a book club at the time, so we took it on.


It wasn’t bad, but it didn’t hold my interest.  The zombies and ninjas grew tiresome after a while.  I felt like I was stuck in the mind of a 7th grade boy as he muddled his way through English class.  Was it inventive?  Absolutely.  Memorable?  Meh.

When PPZ the movie came out, I was excited once again.  I knew what to expect after reading the book, so my expectations weren’t too high.  That was really the best way to approach the film.

Now, the movie isn’t bad.  The zombies are fairly well done, and there’s a story line.  The problem lies with the focus.  When it comes to mashups, it’s hard to tell who the intended audience is supposed to be.  Is it for the lovers of the original book?  Probably not.  Is it for zombie lovers?  Perhaps.  It is to introduce a new generation to a classic with a modern twist?  Maybe.

The original Pride and Prejudice makes poignant and scathing remarks about society and the hierarchy, in a clever way.  And at the heart of the story is romance.  Zombie books and movies are also really good about making comments about society, and I think it’s totally fine to have romance at the heart of the story.  It brings humanity back to the humans who are attempting to survive the undead.  But, sadly, PPZ missed the mark on both counts.

It wasn’t just a zombie film and it wasn’t just a romance story—it was stuck somewhere in between and fell flat.  I can’t see it really appealing to lovers of the original PPZ because most of them aren’t reading it for the undead.  And for zombie lovers, well, the romance might be a bit too prominent.

The film wasn’t terrible, but don’t expect it to be a traditional or typical zombie film—or a typical romance, for that matter.  Take it for what it is—a mashup—and enjoy the ride.

From Author Pembroke Sinclair, a blurb & excerpt from her zombie novel  Life After the Undead:

Life After the Undead Cover (2)


The day the world did end was pretty nondescript. By that I mean there was no nuclear explosion or asteroid or monumental natural disaster. There weren’t even any horsemen or plagues to announce the end was coming. The world ended fairly quietly. I couldn’t even give you a date because it happened at different times depending on where you were. It was never predicted, and I’m sure a scenario no one even considered. Who really thinks the dead are going to rise from the grave and destroy the majority of the population?  No one but Hollywood, and we all know those are just movies, but that’s exactly what happened. Those of us who survived were left wide-eyed, mouth agape, trying to figure out what to do next.

There were a few who were able to pull their heads out and organize those left behind. They made sure the populace had food, shelter, and protection. They were saviors, the United States’ heroes. Life wouldn’t have gone on without them, and it was pretty difficult those first few years after the zompocalypse.

Sometimes it’s difficult for me to remember what life was like before the rise of the undead. I was a teenager, though I hesitate to say normal. I wasn’t deformed or anything, but my classmates thought I was strange. I had a fascination with the dark, the macabre, although I wasn’t a Goth or Emo. I read books and magazines about serial killers. I didn’t idolize them or want to be like them—hell no—I was fascinated with how evil and black a human’s soul could get.

I wanted to be a psychologist and work with the criminally insane, maybe figure out why they did what they did. Apparently, when you’re fifteen, your friends think you’re weird if you have desires to help someone other than yourself. While they were worried about becoming popular and getting the right boyfriend, I tried to figure out how to make society better.

Of course, those dreams will never come true. Society doesn’t exist. Everything I once held dear is gone. I lost my parents to the horde, like a lot of kids. Unlike some of the others, mine weren’t taken by surprise or in some freak accident. They were taken because of their own stupidity. Some days I miss them a lot, but others I believe they got what they deserved. I might sound callous and uncaring, but what about them? Why would they abandon their fifteen-year-old daughter? It used to keep me up at night, trying to find the answer to that question, but I’ve given up asking it. No reason wasting time on things that could’ve or should’ve been.

As I stare out the passenger side window of the semi, I’m reminded how bleak the future has become. The truck rolls down a once heavily traveled highway that has been reduced to a cracked trail. Gas stations and towns dotting the landscape have been abandoned and are crumpling into the weeds that are taking them over. There are a few areas that still resemble pre-zombie destruction, and these are the military outposts set up along the road, used for protection and refueling. I use the term “military” loosely because there is no formal military anymore. It’s a rag-tag group of men and women who were lucky enough to get guns. I chuckle to myself. It’s been two years since I was last out in the world, and a lot has changed since then. I still remember the day the zombies attacked. It’s as clear as if it’d happened yesterday.


Pembroke Sinclair Picture (2)Pembroke Sinclair is a literary jack of all trades, playing her hand at multiple genres. She has written an eclectic mix of fiction ranging from horror to sci-fi and even some westerns. Born in Rock Springs, Wyoming– the home of 56 nationalities– it is no wonder Pembroke ended up so creatively diverse. Her fascination with the notions of good and evil, demons and angels, and how the lines blur have inspired her writing. Pembroke lives in Laramie, Wyoming, with her husband, two spirited boys, a black lab named Ryder, and a rescue kitty named Alia, who happens to be the sweetest, most adorable kitty in the world! She cannot say no to dessert, orange soda, or cinnamon. She loves rats and tatts and rock and roll and wants to be an alien queen when she grows up.

You can learn more about Pembroke Sinclair by visiting her at http://pembrokesinclair.blogspot.com/

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Buy link:  https://www.amazon.com/Life-After-Undead-Pembroke-Sinclair-ebook/dp/B01GCZXZQW

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