If there's one inherent rule to keep in mind when making a zombie movie, it's this: keep it bloody. That's all anybody really wants when they hand over their cash to watch the undead take over the Earth, and yet - presumably because the studio feared they had a flop on their hands - decided to neuter World War Z all out of proportion. It apparently wasn't enough that this thing was re-shaped so that it looked almost nothing like the far superior novel from which it was based upon, director Marc Forster might have made the tamest zombie movie ever. Which is to say: World War Z is largely ineffective because it doesn't have the balls to commit to its genre. As Brad Pitt's UN worker Gerry Lane races around the globe trying to find a cure for infection, the movie never rises about the "generic" level of quality. There are some good scenes to be had, of course, but you can't escape the feeling that there's a better more to be had here - a shame, given that the source material, written by Max Brooks, is brilliant, relevant stuff. Given the shooting delays, it's a wonder this turned out okay, we guess, but it's a bit of a bore.
