I guess we just have to expect the big time Hollywood stars to head for the piles of gold when they inflict their cinema graphic work on the unsuspecting public. Zombies are the IN thing these days, and, as a result, everything is, like, zombie. Humans overdo everything. They have no ability to restrain themselves. So along comes World War Z, a big name (Brad Pitt), a big budget, and a big undiscerning public. This gives you the potential combo of a big money deal.
Brad stars in the flick and produced it. Okay, a virus infects humans and turns them into zombies lickity split and the zombies have superpowers because, like any cartoon movie (except Disney’s old animations), the speed and movement of the once human zombies are way out of proportion to reality. They swarm too fast, move too fast, do things that even with the willing suspension of disbelief are stupid and unbelievable.
Brad must have saved a bundle on audio sweetening since the entire film uses one single sound effect to represent a zombie – sort of a cheesy screech. Reminds me of that same eagle scree we hear in the background of every other film made. Or the barking dog off in the distance at dusk. Oh yeah, one of the zombies can chatter his teeth.
The plot is fairly basic: After the virus starts infecting humans – in minutes – the entire world unravels. Brad, a retired super problem solver, is re-recruited by his buddy at the United Nations to save the world and rid it of a few billion zombies. Of course, while the entire populace is either turning into zombies or being ripped to shreds by them, Brad grabs his regulation family (wife, two kids, no dog though) and stashes them aboard some UN ship positioned offshore and surrounded by destroyers.
The family is really not entitled to be on board, but since Brad is the movie’s star and producer, the brass let them stay there. Then Brad sets off flying all over the planet to solve the zombie problem, periodically calling back to his wife on a satellite phone in between encounters and chases with the running dead. Natch, Bred finds an anti-viral cure, and the movie ends – after all the cities on earth are trashed (these zombies are worse than the old rock stars!) – with a set up for a sequel. More money for Hollywood.
About halfway into World War Z, I found myself laughing. Basically, the flick is Plan 9 from Outer Space with a big budget, not very good CGI, and Brad Pitt. I remember when he made good movies.
Denver author Richard J. Schneider does everything possible NOT to pay full retail for a movie since he is no longer in the adolescent target democratic. His latest mystery novel infuses a sensational murder with local water politics in Colorado. WATER: A Vic Bengston Investigation is available in eBook and paper from Amazon and elsewhere.