Apr 24, 2025
Concept and production art for Night of the Zoopocalypse.
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Concept and production art for Night of the Zoopocalypse.
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Finally got around to seeing Night of the Zoopocalypse. While the grating side characters are a drawback, it's still a well-crafted and fun body horror toon that thankfully isn't dumbed down for kids.
My ★★★ review of Night of the Zoopocalypse (2024) on Letterboxd:
As a family horror, Night of the Zoopocalypse is surprisingly solid. I greatly appreciate how it fully commits to the body horror genre with
“What’s a fast zombie?”
“A zoombie.”
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Xylaria polymorpha Dead man’s fingers
With a little imagination, these club fungi may look like the fingers of some abominable hand just about to resurface itself to prey on the living.
Luckily, they have a seemingly reliable preference to tree stumps over brains.
Investigate their tough flesh a little, and it might be a surprise to find them clean and snowy white inside.
While other black fungi such as devil’s urn or black trumpets mostly elude me, I find dead man’s fingers everywhere. They stick out at you even through the camouflage of dirt and detritus.
I’m so intrigued by how often I find them when I’m not looking for them compared to how I can’t find black trumpets for the life of me, I wonder if there’s less imagination to their common name than I think.
Maybe there’s a little part of my brain, as in any prey’s visual acuity, that really does consider danger, even if only for a fraction of a second, in their reaching, grasping, come up and grab you sort of growth.