The zombie movie came home to roost in Pittsburgh, shooting up the inner city and spattering the shopping mall with blood and brains. The genre was never the same after George Romero’s most undeniable accomplishment, outrageously gory (thanks to relentless FX by makeup master Tom Savini) and bleakly amusing. We follow a group of human survivors of the ongoing zombie apocalypse who hole up in a shopping mall seeking safety and supplies. Meanwhile, the zombies (whose dimmest primal instincts are drawing them back to the most important places in their life) are congregating in the parking lot and the hallways downstairs. Gross, inventive, and utterly confident, the second in Romero’s trilogy (Night of the Living Dead  and Day of the Dead  are excellent as well) is an unsettling and unforgettable snapshot of life among the zombies.