Army of the Dead movie review: Netflix, Zack Snyder zombie heist flick lacks brain and bite
FirstpostLanguage: English If every zombie movie could be seen as a feature-length commercial for cremation, Army of the Dead is, first and foremost, a vehicular fellatio PSA. The apocalypse in Zack Snyder’s new film begins in the most ill-advised Las Vegas way: a just-married couple consummate their marriage in a car, which slams into a military convoy carrying a payload from Area 51. The subsequent outbreak is chronicled in the most Zack Snyder fashion: topless zombie showgirls and Elvis impersonators chomp on the gamblers of Sin City’s casinos in a slo-mo montage set to a lounge cover of “Viva Las Vegas.” In parallel, the extended opening montage establishes the primary and some secondary characters — few of whom don’t even make it to the end of the sequence — try to contain the outbreak within Las Vegas so as to not let it sweep the whole nation. The movie’s point essentially comes down to Snarl, Bang, Boom, Splat, Zombie tiger roar, Cha-Ching, repeat. The other unforgivable crime Snyder commits is he gives us a zombie film that doesn’t leave you remotely scared.