Romero's 'Dead' series is best known for its depiction of a special breed of reanimated corpses. And although the 'Z' word is never explicitly used to describe these monsters, audiences would forever refer to these beings as 'Romero Zombies', immortalising the director's creation into film lore and pop culture. When 'Night Of The Living Dead' started reaching worldwide audiences, it resurrected the walking dead from their mystical origins into a modern science fiction adaptation. This made zombies accessible and more realistic, allowing audiences to wonder about the possibilities of a real epidemic - leading to more complex and visceral creations in the following years, often paying homage to the Godfather of the Dead.

In this 3rd instalment, survivors of an undead plague resort to living by unconventional means. In the depths of an underground bunker, an unlikely group shelter in fear from the moans above, searching for anything that gives them meaning. But desperation and exhaustion make monsters of men, and with only one woman to steer sensibility, emotions heighten and difficult questions test them.

I will say this - it isn't for those with a weak stomach and it's somewhat of a guilty pleasure. Not because of its low-budget aesthetic, but more because of Romero's workmanlike approach to film-making. He may not be the most technically advanced or visually adept, but the strong themes he embraces and incorporates into his stories are front and centre - and for that, I admire his work.

Whether you're a gorehound or horror aficionado, if you haven't seen this one yet there's one thing I can say for certain - you'll likely think it's cheesy, maybe even utterly ridiculous, but at some point, you'll realise particular scenes are going to imprint, and stay with you for a lot longer than you could have imagined.