Learning: Night of

[Trekker4747]

So, what did you learn in this one?

I learned that your twist ending need not make sense or be set-up in any certain way.

I learned that motor vehicles, grenades and other weapons still work a couple hundred years into the apocalypse.

I learned that women who've grown up and lived in an apocalyptic world I quite skittish and quick to scream and mildly shocking things.

I learned that in an apocalypse finding a bag of flour can be really damn exciting!


(I will say, to this movie's credit, in the opening narration/scroll it did have the year given as part of a new epoch rather than a continuation of the current one.  You don't see that very often in post-apocalypse movies where they might still say, "Oh, it's 2247!"  Here, nope, it's the year 250 (or whatever it was.)

[ihavemyreasons]

I learned that a flame thrower that still spits out fuel without flame apparently can't be relit and is just worthless once the pilot light goes out.

I learned that the most important thing you can do when entering a dangerous situation as a group is gather together and pose instead of taking strategic defensive positions.

I learned that that over dramatic voice dubbing might actually fit some movies based on the actions of the actors.

I learned that rats chewing through front tires of motorcycles ruins the motorcycles because you apparently can't take a back tire from one and put it on the front of another.

[CJones]

I would say that I learned that gasoline is abundantly available after the apocalypse, but honestly, plenty of other movies have already established that.

[TriffRax]

I learned that rats can reanimate corpses.

I learned that iguanas are native to post-apocalyptic deserts.

I learned post-apocalyptic gangs of motorcycle-riding survivors don't travel with spare tires.

I learned 1980s Italian directors of crappy action films loved flamethrowers.

[CJones]

The, for lack of a better term, "supercomputer", is programmed in BASIC.

The rats presumably also chewed out the tires of that big ass truck they brought with them. Actually I think they just ate the whole truck since it seems to have just disappeared.

Oh wait, there's the truck. And a tank? Why didn't they just leave at the first sign of trouble?

[dbsommer]

I learned someone said, 'What Shatner and Kingdom of the Spiders did for tarantulas in the US, we shall do for Rats in Italy. And thus this movie was born.

I learned there was no real purpose to the swerve at the end I can discern. Neither could the guys.

I learned 200 years after the apocolypse, everyone knows what things are from back in the day. And that after 200 years, it all still works reasonably fine.

I learned one cannot simply walk back in the direction they rode in from.

I learned when animals are on a rampage killing people, having shirtless Leslie Neilson say 'hotshot' a lot should be in every movie of this genre.

I learned I want the guys to skewer more Italian monster movies. This was great both in absurdity of the movie itself and the jokes. Almost like a Wings Houser/Bo Hopkins production.

I already knew hearing two people go at it next to you is rude. And that etiquette says it is perfectly fine to pick one of them up, even if in the middle of the act, and hurl them bodily out of the room. They do have it coming.

I learned apparently there is no stopping rats from entering any oriface you have and eating you from the inside out. This is probably how Thanos in End Game will be killed.

I learned making a bid for power during a ratpocolypse is probably not the best time to do it.

[CJones]

I learned that you can be surprised when your 200 year old flashlight batteries die. I'd be surprised too, but more by the fact that they ever worked to begin with.

[PontifexPrimus]

I learned that heavily armed post-apocalyptic gangs riding around in tanks apparently don't plan for any hostiles to be present in the places they loot.

I learned that people surviving in a wasteland where food and water are rare leave crates of the stuff lying around and don't plan any countermeasures for intruders (rats or biker gangs).

I learned that you can survive to adulthood in a desert world filled with killer animals and gang wars and never even learn the slightest bit of first aid or caring for an injured gang member.

I learned that sometimes movies just go "f*ck it, there's rats and they eat everyone" without bothering with niceties like "plot", "internal logic", "motivation" or "individually recognizable characters".

I learned that rats apparently can thrive for decades on nothing, exploding in population into the thousands.

[TriffRax]

I learned that more post-apocalyptic movies need a subplot about Stuart Whitman losing his mind.

I learned that plot-critical supercomputers don't need electricity to function.

And I learned was that video games will not only survive nuclear armageddon, but be common enough for people to be nicknamed for them.

I'd say that I learned Rod Serling-style ironic twists should be a privilege, not a right, but actually I already knew that and so did everyone else.

[Iron Curtain]

I learned that when you're trapped in a building with hyper-intelligent rats, people will–against all reason–have sex.

[Pastor of Muppets]

I learned that when you're trapped in a building with hyper-intelligent rats, people will–against all reason–have sex.

Well they didn't know about the severity of the rat problem at that point...

I learned that in only 250 years, rats can evolve into human sized bipeds.