Alfred Hitchcock gave us mind-blowing finales at Mount Rushmore and the Statue of Liberty.
Brad Pitt gives us his own climax in a chemical laboratory just outside Cardiff. On a slightly overcast day. He's the producer-star of this bloated and boring zombie action thriller that's been in production for so long I think I remember first hearing about it in the playground at primary school. The source is Max Brooks's cult satirical novel World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War, but once Hollywood gets its rabid fangs into a complex book, it often turns it into a shambling, snarling parody of itself. If Roland Emmerich and Irwin Allen had a love child, it might look like this film. Pitt blandly plays a handsome "UN investigator" who is dramatically called in when a mysterious human rabies whooshes all over the world, turning everyone into crazed, violent zombies. The virus is spreading via aeroplanes, of course. So Pitt travels all over the world, via aeroplane, seeing nothing but an upsurge in zombie-related horror. OMG, thinks every single member of the audience. Is it Pitt carrying the virus? Is he some sort of zombie Typhoid Mary? There's some energy to the opening sequence, in Philadelphia when the chaos first sets in. But the real panic spreads in the cinema auditorium as we realise we've got two hours of dodgy acting and dull CGI work ahead, culminating in massed snoring in that Welsh lab.
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