William Weaver

Malkovich is sleepwalking his way to a paycheck in this movie. It was a little creepy at the end when he asks the protagonist if she wants to get a cup of coffee after she just slashed a guy's femoral artery. That was I think the high point of this disappointing film. For such big name talent in this picture you would imagine it would be decent or entertaining, but it is not really even that level of a movie. Life is too short. Why did I watch this? It was a waste of my time. I am in some way trying to redeem my soul by writing this review and sparing others such a waste of this precious elixir called life, which you should not throw away so casually on the couch watching movies instead of LIVING and especially not by watching this lukewarm concoction of a film.

Zombie films don't have a brain anymore, so they can't be killed. This series from Netflix is fairly relentless, dropping you in the center of the action, a few months after the outbreak. The zombies are fast, which is not my favorite, but I confess I kept watching. You don't really need to pay much attention to the dialogue. Soon enough someone says that "we are being punished for all the bad stuff" or something like that. The fancy camera work, particularly the scene in the car where they kept twirling the camera, I found quite annoying. Goddard did not make zombie films, nor should he have. If you still have a craving for this, even after Jim Jarmusch is coming out with a hipster zombie parody, by all means, have at it. If you are tired of capitalism's relentless beating of this undead cash cow, then feel free to skip it. There is nothing much new or surprising here, so far as I can see.