A piss-poor attempt to spoof what is already a spoof: the zombie flick. So, even conceptually, this is a difficult, if not an altogether ill-advised, idea to pull off. The first half-hour is full of goofy moments whose humor, tonally, doffs its cap to Romero as well as to Peter Jackson (Dead Alive) and Sam Raimi (Evil Dead). In its peripheral sense of paranoia, it’s set up to resemble Danny Boyle’s infinitely better 28 Days Later….
Unfortunately, the movie settles into a lazy rhythm of recycled antics, and I found myself just marking the minutes as Shaun (Pegg) and his ragtag group of blandly interesting/funny friends hole up in a pub as zombies mob the streets. One labored moment after another follows as Shaun reconciles with his stepfather and with his girlfriend (even as one of her roommates confesses to always having being in love with her). These shenanigans are simply not that humorous nor entertaining, because they’ve been done with so much more energy and insanity in the past (even Dan O’Bannon’s Return of the Living Dead from 1985 is loonier and scarier). Pedestrian direction and script sap what anarchic fun this movie could’ve been, a more apt title for which might have been Yawn of the Dead.
Directed by: Edgar Wright
Written by: Simon Pegg, Edgar Wright
Cast: Simon Pegg, Kate Ashfield, Nick Frost, Lucy Davis, Dylan Moran, Nicola Cunningham