The Walking Dead A XXX Parody
The Walking Dead: A XXX Parody – An Elaborate Naughty Adventure
By the Zombie Dick
The Walking Dead, the post-apocalyptic hit show, is no stranger to controversy, but nothing could have prepared audiences for the sheer depravity of The Walking Dead: A XXX Parody, the pornographic spoof that shocked the world. With its provocative premise and taboo themes, the film daringly transgressed normalcy, taking viewers to seedy places they had never dared to venture before.
The story opens with Rick and his merry band of survivors arriving at the apparently utopian community of Alexandria. All seems well at first, with the survivors reveling in the safety and comfort afforded by the gated town. However, things quickly take a turn for the cringe when Rick stumbles upon Michonne in the midst of a steamy threesome with a couple of goons. Not one to be left out, Rick eagerly joins in, his rock-hard zombie cock soon buried balls-deep in Michonne’s hungry meat-pussy.
What follows is a mind-bending array of depraved acts that would make the most jaded porno buff blanch. Frat boy wannabe Noah gets his turn, his scrawny white boy cock getting the vigorous-butt-slamming it so desperately needs from a brace of coked-up pipe-hung zombies. Glenn, the fan-favorite superfuck, finds himself the reluctant recipient of a gangbang, his boy pussy taking on the rotating cocks of Tyrese, Abraham, and Morgan. Even Carol, the maternal favorite, gets in on the debauchery, her pussy eagerly swallowing up a brace of hung ebony zombies.
But the true highlight of the film is the shockingly graphic necrophilia-with-a-smile scence between Maggie and the bona fide “dearly departed” Hershel. Reanimating his withered, weathered corpse, Maggie positions Hershel’s ancient cock firmly between her luscious lips, gagging on the dusty old fucktaker before levering her glistening pussy onto his dribbling, dick. The perverse sight of hipster chic Maggie riding the rotten crotch of the creaky old man is the very definition of shocking.
Throughout the film, The Walking Dead’s signature style of gritty realism is bent to sordid ends, with the grimy apocalyptic setting transitioning seamlessly into the grimy personal settings of the characters. The innuendo and visual double-meanings are still there – the sneering over-the-shoulder meaning, the lightning-fast rue of pheromone promise present in subtlest of suggestion – but they’ve been beefed up, plain as day without being so obvious.
In one standout scene, the normally stoic Daryl finds his resistance to Glenn crumbling, the two men engaging in an aggressive cock suck that carries the full force of the “pick-a-side” fandoms. Similar to the iconic “identical biodrilling” scene, but with the stamina and thickening of the “actual zombies,” here the script does what it does best: building a slow-burn anticipation for the spectacle, and then clearing it away in a blistering fervor that is pure, unadulterated, a-la-carte, scivescene pornography.
What is most striking about this XXX immersive experience, however, is its level of invention. Rather than simply throwing in a few flesh-flash-and-blorp scenes, The Walking Dead XXX Parody has gone to the trouble of creating a new lexicon of body types and details and a new mechanical register of cis- and trans-generosity from which its flourishes draw.
Tasked early on with a basic problem – how to depict the icky physicality of a sexual encounter without recoiling from it entirely – the pornographers have hit on the solution of deploying a series of loopy, weightless metaphysical analogies and under-the-skin camera angles to basic penis-in-vagina sex.
Every cool shot is now enabled by a ravishment of the entire concept of penetration. A sc restaurants staffed by dead zombies gives us this year’s anatomical breakthrough: an eye-grabbing set of vulva dentata that look like rows of tusked undershirts. In a shower sequence, the sexy bodies Under the rain of zombies on a stiff dead erect cock.( So gratefully received that T-dick is dripping down their thin rib on a bangle) is a log of zombies neck with puncture marks. In a jailbreak, cizzany cage is unlocked, and a new, bristly one that looks like an Osama Bin Laden-style beard is locked tight.
The inventiveness extends to the cognitive touches as well. More and more frequently, the films are courting what they refer to as “horse motions,” a strategy that consists of wounding a large object by writing it with vengeance, and keeping the body in a gibber by speeding its experience through a brace of what can only be called “pornographic memories.”
It’s the kind of scene that makes you want to be drunk so you can talk or just eat so you can listen. Glancing at the Dolby Digital soundtrack, it’s easy to infer that what you’re hearing is a “crackle,” the sound of the garlic-fried flesh!
Adding to the multifolds of audaciousness, are the embeds of the social realism which haggles around in the centre of the zombie scenes. The Walking Dead: A XXX Parody bearing a ‘against type’ thesis that’s actually worthy of its setting—Nora(!) indulging in a sexy roughayering of a honkily displayed torso, or Tara(!) in a forced feeding of a filthy cock—and you have something that genuinely challenges the genre from within, and recasts the details of the genre regulations in a strange and wonderful new light.
It’s a pornozworld of astonishing precision, performed down to the gramme of outrageousness. There’s always been a strain of the experimental in The Walking Dead XXX Parody, but here it’s achieved with a level of polish that threatens to make it less knuckle-dragging (i.e. “stripped,” “hung,” “tittyfreed”) than authentic (i.e. “Chaneca,” “Ania,” “Eliza”).
It may be just what we need to clear the palate for all this zombie-on-zombie action, but it doesn’t really ruin the appetite for the next piece of meat
