Peter Jackson had already spent most of his own money developing his third film Braindead when his producer closed a deal to bring in a quarter million dollars to finish the project. Avalon Studios of Wellington, New Zealand had to spend thousands of dollars of unforeseen expenses to clean the floors of their office and lots when Jackson and his WETA crew blasted the sets with hundreds of gallons of fake blood. Seen as one film in a movement that included Sam Raimi and countless other copycats, Jackson deployed his technical skill as a cameraman, his eye for detail in production design, and a seeming ability to find humor in the things that make the rest of us vomit. The result, Braindead, a film that sent Jackson to Hollywood and on track to be one of the ten most successful directors in cinema history.
