A group of scientists and soldiers are holed up in a bunker in Florida after the country has been overtaken by zombies. While the scientists desperately try to explain what has happened, the impatient military outfit assigned to protect them is eager to engage the undead. Humanity’s last hope not only faces the hordes of flesh-eating zombies outside their combine, but must try to survive each as well.
This movie started out really cool. From the get go it felt so dark and creepy and sinister. These scientists fly their whirlybird to some Florida town looking for survivors of the zombie apocalypse, one of them desperately imploring through a megaphone: “HELLOOOO?” Of course the only people who respond are the walking dead. And not just random bodies in nondescript tatters. There are brides, clowns, bicyclists; an entire city of human life captured at the moment of their deaths like some gruesome photo.
And then 45 minutes of nothing. Like, nothing really at all. The scientists bump heads with the group of military personnel until the end. Apparently when the zombie outbreak occurred a team was hastily assembled and plopped into an underground keep with the goal of trying to discover what had happened to mankind and if there was any way to reverse the effects. What follows for much of the movie is some douche bag army guy threatening the scientists that if they don’t come up with a miracle cure soon he’s going to go ahead and bring his outfit to the surface to try and fight off the millions of hungry undead. It is unclear why the scientists don’t just let him go get eaten.
The whole process of trying to diagnose the cause of the outbreak isn’t even a part of the picture. An overly involved scientist is tearing into corpses and keeps a pet zombie, but all he’s really discovered is that once people turn into zombies they are like dogs, acting on instinct and conditioned to respond to certain stimuli. Does the group use this information to conduct a mass zombie-training class? No, the scientist gets greased and his theories never materialize into anything but filler.
Finally at the end one of the soldiers loses his marbles and decides to go out and open the doors for the undead. There is no reason in this other than to advance the plot, for which I was grateful. Once the zombies were back in the picture the movie is again highly entertaining, if only for the remaining 20 minutes. The special effects are brilliant and entirely over the top. It’s a shame they weren’t showcased throughout the entire length of the film. I just wish I weren’t eating spaghetti when I watched it.
I’ve run out of explosion gifs, so from now on I’m grading a movie by pairing it to a beer.
Guinness is that beer you grow up believing is the beer to end all beers. And then you get your grubby little underage hands on some and you’re like, “eh…that’s ok.” Actually, when you first try it you act like it actually is the greatest thing ever because you don’t want to look like a chump in front of your fellow pledges. In any case, at some point you switch to something with more of a taste and wonder what all the fuss was about.