…in the time of coronavirus.
A zombie musical comedy set at Christmas should be a can’t-miss. But this one isn’t scary or funny; its characters are one-note, and the whole shebang — blah songs included — is emotionally flat.
A huge disappointment, crude and simple compared to Aardman’s earlier, more sophisticated and multilayered work. No satire or subversion, just a bog-standard triumph-of-the-underdog story.
Edgar Wright used to send up cinematic clichés with gusto and with huge humor. Here he just embraces them — and his sullen, unengaging hero — unironically.
Its humor is a little more uncomfortable than that of the other Cornetto flicks, and it’s more far satirical, in a far more cynical way, than I ever would have anticipated.
Actual unretouched phrases that people plugged into search engines this week that led them to this site (with some commentary from me):
The director is posting photos from the ten-years-ago shoot starting today…
Lightsaber? Phaser? Or maybe you prefer something that also exists in the real world, such as Harry Callahan’s Magnum or SG1’s P90? Or Shaun’s anti-zombie cricket bat?
I’m gonna go with the impenetrable bunker and a year’s worth of food, water, and diversionary activities to pass the time till a cure is found.
Like Shaun of the Dead, except the wit has been replaced by swearing. Elegant.