Great commentary, Scott. I especially appreciate the details about scriptwriting; I now know how the sausage gets made, and the old saying is true; I didn't want to know! I will now have to watch this movie just to see Brad throw a grenade on a plane.
Thanks, Alice. And I don't think you'll be disappointed (by the scene, not the movie. The movie stinks like a zombie's jockstrap). I'd love a GIF of Brad tossing the pineapple on the plane and blowing up Premium Economy. I'd use it whenever I left a Zoom meeting.
I loved the book. Was very disappointed with the movie.
New York is always occupied by the undead- they’re called landlords.
When I saw this movie, I was nauseated by Brad’s unpersuasive determination to portray himself as a devoted family man. Even going so far as to hold up that sign when he thought he was about to die, asking the voyeurs to tell his family that he loved them. It seemed like a ploy to please Angie. (Which obviously failed.) I wanted zombies, not Father Knows Best.
In addition to your review, I loved that you shared your inside information about screenwriting.
"New York is always occupied by the undead- they’re called landlords."
Belongs on a t-shirt. In fact, if someone told me this film is actually an allegory about the eternal struggle between Rent Control advocates, and the Propertied, Absent Landlord class, I'd have been rooting like hell for it.
<<Have you gleaned any useful tips for surviving the Zombie Apocalypse?>>
Yes, but from the book which I rather enjoyed.
Bladed weapons suck in a zombie attack. You want blunt instruments that can be swung easily but have a large contact surface area so they don't penetrate this too too fragile margarine. I mean, butter. Oops.
Great commentary, Scott. I especially appreciate the details about scriptwriting; I now know how the sausage gets made, and the old saying is true; I didn't want to know! I will now have to watch this movie just to see Brad throw a grenade on a plane.
Thanks, Alice. And I don't think you'll be disappointed (by the scene, not the movie. The movie stinks like a zombie's jockstrap). I'd love a GIF of Brad tossing the pineapple on the plane and blowing up Premium Economy. I'd use it whenever I left a Zoom meeting.
I just found the scene on YouTube. Holy cow. That's worse than Sully's bird strike.
Terrific review, as always.
A couple of points, if I may:
I loved the book. Was very disappointed with the movie.
New York is always occupied by the undead- they’re called landlords.
When I saw this movie, I was nauseated by Brad’s unpersuasive determination to portray himself as a devoted family man. Even going so far as to hold up that sign when he thought he was about to die, asking the voyeurs to tell his family that he loved them. It seemed like a ploy to please Angie. (Which obviously failed.) I wanted zombies, not Father Knows Best.
In addition to your review, I loved that you shared your inside information about screenwriting.
Two snaps up!
Thanks very much, Cheryl. And this:
"New York is always occupied by the undead- they’re called landlords."
Belongs on a t-shirt. In fact, if someone told me this film is actually an allegory about the eternal struggle between Rent Control advocates, and the Propertied, Absent Landlord class, I'd have been rooting like hell for it.
I've always been partial to artisanal zombies, made from the freshest billionaires.
By the way, "Train To Busan" is the film World War Z *should* have been.
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<<Dr. Fassbach immediately slips on the wet tarmac, shoots himself, and dies. >>
GREEDO SHOT FIRST!
<<Have you gleaned any useful tips for surviving the Zombie Apocalypse?>>
Yes, but from the book which I rather enjoyed.
Bladed weapons suck in a zombie attack. You want blunt instruments that can be swung easily but have a large contact surface area so they don't penetrate this too too fragile margarine. I mean, butter. Oops.
Think "pancake Mjolnir with attitude".
Finally, Thor has a decent battle cry: "Pannenkoeken!"
Thanks for the tip about the ampersand between names. :)
Great work, as always, Scott! Inspiring!
Thanks, Debbi!