It’s evident by now that Zombie isn't holding back any secrets. From his early work like *White Zombie* to his recent musical projects and movies, he has consistently shown his enjoyment of filmmaking and his appreciation for older, more intense horror. Those who follow Zombie already understand this—each new release is approached with the understanding that surprises are unlikely, but a wild, homage-filled experience is what’s on offer. *31* follows suit. The movie begins with grainy, unsteady camera work and quickly introduces characters familiar to anyone acquainted with his previous films, playing similar rough and verbally abrasive roles. The performances lean heavily into campiness, and the setting once again falls within Zombie's preferred era. If you didn’t find enjoyment in *House of 1000 Corpses*, *The Devil’s Rejects*, or *The Lords of Salem*, it’s doubtful that *31* will change your mind. I wasn't let down, truthfully. *31* delivers precisely what I anticipated. However, it’s also apparent that Zombie has the ability to create something more original, and at this point, it seems like he should—at least once—explore horror in a different way. While I am weary of mainstream films relying on CGI, if anyone could produce one that is genuinely gruesome and frightening, it would be him. It’s not about telling him to stop doing what he finds enjoyable, but some variation would certainly be welcome. A few observations: Richard Brake (as Doom-Head) was excellent. Malcolm McDowell's role felt too brief. Sherri Moon Zombie wasn’t the ideal choice for Charly, though I would appreciate seeing her in a more action-oriented part. Zombie really ought to release *Werewolf Women of the SS* in its entirety.

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