Ah! Protesters! I think thou protesteth too loudly!
Night Of The Living Deb (2015) is, as one might guess, a parody of Night of the Living Dead (1968). Goofy Deb spends the night with a discontented heir to a fortune, who is a little embarrassed to find her in his bedroom in the morning. Upon spilling her out on the street, she discovers that a zombie plague has descended on the city, and, in her goofy way, she needs to find her way to a safe place.
Which just might be the heir’s father’s place.
As we all learned long ago, no place can stand forever against slavering zombies, and soon enough everyone’s piling into vehicles, intent on leaving the city before becoming lunch. However, discovering that the city is now in quarantine was not on anyone’s bingo card, and, worse yet, it’s not even official.
Because it’s not being reported on the news.
And Deb does work at the news station in the city. And what’s the difference between a camera operator and a newscaster? Fifteen, twenty feet max?
So it’s time for her promotion, and boy is she ready for it. But don’t number the zombies among her fans; they want a bite of her, not just a selfie.
All in all, it’s more than a little silly and doesn’t stick enough pins in enough bloated egos. But it’s an earnest, cute effort that saves the night in the end. Sadly, lacking the noir gravitas of Night of the Living Dead does it no favors: this will not stick in your mind, never mind your teeth, for days afterwards.
And that’s too bad.
