Diary, then, is the embodiment of Romero's dubious credo, though maybe its message isn't a subtext when it's delivered by characters speaking directly into the camera or narrating. The message is a kind of lengthy rumination on "Why, oh why, do we slow down to look at car wrecks?" (The actual reason is that there are usually police around, but that doesn't stop people from acting like it's a deep query into human nature.) The point is exaggerated by the fact that the main filmmaker is an imbecile. I don't question that if you have a camera handy during a zombie attack, it would be interesting enough to record, but when someone holds a camera in Diary they completely forget that they have a free hand. "Jason! A little help here?!" asks a girl being menaced by a zombie that's dressed up as a mummy. "I'm shooting!" replies Jason the idiot film student. When he gives his camera to another guy he tells him, "Here! See if you can resist!" This material was covered years ago by the low(er)-budget, independent(er) zombie flick Feeding the Masses. Which means that Diary fails not only on the (supposedly all-important) thematic level -- it's not even original.
The gore is good, though brief (no lengthy abdominal Last Suppers here). But there is some eyeball-popping, and a scythe-wielding Amish farmer who's also the best character. Probably because he's a mute. (Rated R)