![]() ![]() ![]() I'd rather see a world of disintegration be humorous than fast paced, but with 'Zombieland,' I got a mixture of both. Their trek will be perilous (and hilarious), the odds against them a million or two to four.five, if you count a chance encounter with celebrity. A chance encounter with two scheming women (Emma Stone as Wichita, Abigail Breslin ( 'Little Miss Sunshine') as Little Rock) sets the foursome in search of a zombie free land, rumored to be located at Pacific Playland, your stereotypical amusement park in California. After hooking up with his polar opposite, the sadistic zombie slaying bastard Tallahassee (Harrelson), the two begin a journey to try to find their loved ones. So far, it's worked out well for the nerdy virgin, as not even his irritable bowel syndrome has gotten in the way of his continued existence. The others must have survived somehow, they must be crafty at least.Ĭolumbus (Jesse Eisenberg, 'Adventureland') is the ultimate scaredy cat, afraid to stray from his strict rules for surviving the zombie armageddon. What few have survived in this new land, this Zombieland, have to fear what lurks around every corner, be they zombie or human. The planet's human population has dwindled to nothingness. "It's been two months since patient zero took a bite of a contaminated burger at a Gas and Gulp." Yes, the cause for the outbreak is known. That, or Harrelson is just that damn crazy. If any zombie film can convince its actors, the ones who repeat scenes over and over, and see the work put into creating the creatures, that zombies are real, then you know you're in for a treat. The star of the film, Woody Harrelson, attacked a paparazzi in an airport, and later explained he thought the over-eager photographer was a zombie. The latest (and according to some, greatest) bestowment of "unmentionable" goodness got the best publicity in the world before audiences even knew what they were in for. It'd sure beat the monotonous nonsense currently labeled "news," that's for sure. ![]() Really, zombies can do whatever the hell they want, any time, and I'd welcome it as openly as I'd welcome a real world zombie apocalypse. They can invade any piece of classic literature ( 'Pride and Prejudice and Zombies,' anyone?) they want. They can bellow a desire for my (likely to be eaten) brains, or simply moan as they stalk, alone or in mass, as the most persistent predator ever imagined. They can run if they want, and I'll still run to them with open (likely to be eaten) arms, but there's a very special place in my (likely to be eaten) heart for the shambling, dragging, reanimated corpses of old. The living dead rock my socks, fill my daydreams, and even my fully aware moments. ![]()
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