Film review by John Campbell
To quote the late, great Dennis Hopper in Land of the Dead… ‘zombies, they freak me out, man’. I was scared witless when I first saw George Romero’s classic Night of the Living Dead and have been a fan of the undead ever since. But developments in special effects have resulted in a new breed of the horrible things. Back in 1968 they shuffled about at a rate most of us could outpace – now they run as fast as Usain Bolt, squealing and grunting like creatures from Hieronymus Bosch’s hell. When they arrive bloodstained and uninvited in your neck of the woods you can only pray that beautiful Brad Pitt is nearby to help out.
Nobody knows how the outbreak started – nobody ever does – but this time the entire planet has been engulfed by zombie mayhem. Brad, a former UN troubleshooter, is in a Philadelphia traffic jam with his pale wife and cute daughters when the gore fest hits town. In a fantastic opening scene, Brad ensures that his young family is delivered to the safety of a US aircraft carrier, where he is prevailed upon to come out of retirement and save humanity.
It’s the labours of Hercules all over again as Brad flies to Korea to investigate an early report of an incident, and from there to Jerusalem. The sight of the zombies scaling the walls of the Holy City is awesome and Brad is lucky to escape, jumping on a Belarus Air jet with a girl from the Israeli army whose left hand he’d lopped off after she was bitten by one of the undead. Fortunately she’s as tough as Brad and, after he fixes up her wound by splashing airline vodka on it they head for Cardiff. But no! There are zombies on the plane, so Brad blows a hole in the fuselage with a grenade and they’re all sucked out… but the plane crashes… and nobody survives but Brad and the chick… I loved it.