The Ambasador from Zombieland

Zombieland is not a smart movie. But that’s not why anyone wants to see it — that would be to see Woody Harlson as a red neck zombie killer. In that regard, the movie is aces.

As zombie movies go, it’s more fun than most. The fimmakers know who their audience is and the theater we saw our sneak preview in was full of them. And I don’t mean to say it’s a bad movie, exactly. Sure, there are plot holes big enough to drive a hummer through and the rest of the plot is mostly fridge logic, but it is dumb fun and never pretends to be anything more.

One surprise is that there is far more character development in Zombieland than your standard zombie movie. Usually, the heroes of our zombie infested urban wasteland are sketches of characters, stereotypes that rarely stretch beyond their circumstances and usually end up doing something stereotypically dumb, which causes them to die, horribly. Our stereotypes in Zombieland stretch out of their cubbyhole characters a bit, and even drive most of the plot, which is a nice change of pace, even if it means the zombies end up as just incidental background noise for most of Act 2.

Our characters do make stupid decisions, most of them leading to the aformentioned plot holes, but they have a good time being stupid and flirting with the near certainty of grissly demise, and that’s all any of us can ask of a zombie movie.