Let’s get the obvious out of the way immediately: George A. Romero, father of the modern-day zombie movie, is a genre — and general — filmmaking giant. Mr. Romero could release a 90-minute test pattern and his legacy would be secure.

But man alive (or undead), is his latest film dreadful.

I love the ‘Dead’ series like Pittsburgh zombie’s love human flesh. So when ‘Diary’ came out, I searched all over L.A. to catch it (and the fact that it was only playing at Grauman’s Chinese Theater did little to dampen my enthusiasm.)

Sadly, it was probably the worst movie I’ve ever watched in its entirety — and I’ve seen several Uwe Boll flicks.

It’s on DVD soon, so you can see for yourself.