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in big delays and crucial reshoots. Lost and Prometheus scribe Damon Lindelof was brought in to write a new ending. That ending strains so hard to be clever, you can see the throbbing veins popping out of its head. In a movie that called for a finale that kicked mortal ass, Lindelof and Forster deliver a few minutes of Brad Pitt hanging out in a refrigerator while a lone zombie chatters its teeth. This is one of the least scary zombie films you are likely to see. Heck, I think I even got some better creeps out of this year’s zom-rom-com Warm Bodies. At PG-13, the movie can’t afford to show much blood, so it winds up rather tame. Forster and company pull too many punches, the sense of dread ratchets down, and the reliance is on pure thrills and action. The film does deliver on the action in a killer opening sequence that sees Pitt’s Gerry Lane and his family stranded in a Philadelphia traffic jam as a zombie apocalypse goes into full swing. The revved up zombies of this film apparently have some
sort of rabies, and they aren’t interested in dinner. They just want to bite and move on in as rapid a pace as possible in order to spread their contagion. Lane, a retired United Nations employee, finds himself in a race to find a solution for the zombie plague, partly to protect his family. Pitt, a well renowned family man, is good for the part, and he gives it a good go. Honestly, the sight of zombies forming an anthill to scale a wall in Israel, and a nerve-rattling sequence above a jumbo jet, qualify as two of the coolest sequences to show up in a movie this year. It’s a shame that they’re in a movie that runs out of gas. I won’t give up the major details of Lindelof’s screenplay tinkering. I will tell you that when you try to apply any kind of logic to his solutions, it just doesn’t play. It seems as if the budget on this thing was skyrocketing, and they had to come up with something less expensive than a huge set piece at the end. This results in a movie that not only fails to deliver on its promise, but also does so in a bland, somewhat moronic way. Zombies cling to a flying helicopter and bring it down in another memorable sequence. Their quick “turning” process results in some good, spasmodic physical acting. As for reliance on the original novel by Max Brooks—son of Mel—this is pretty much an adaptation by title only. So, fans of the novel and fans of bloody zombies are going to be let down. Fans of Pitt will see their hero, who also co-produced the film, laboring to save millions of dollars from the scrap heap. World War Z ultimately feels derivative in its zombie portrayal (echoes of 28 Days Later), wimpy in its lack of bloodletting, and played out by film’s end. I was all set for this film’s big finale, disappointed to see the movie didn’t have one final big trick up its sleeve. Pitt’s voiceover proclaims “this isn’t the end,” but unfortunately that same voiceover is, in fact, signaling the end of a movie that was setup for knockout blow, and delivers an ineffective kick to the shin. Ω
