World War Z

***** Spoiler Alert *****

I’m not the biggest fan of suspense movies. The way I see it, I already have enough drama in my life. Enough tension. Enough adrenalin. So I actually don’t need any more.

Like most of the First World, I’d seen the trailer for this movie. “Cool!” I thought. “A Brad Pitt movie – I quite like his acting…”

It looked like he was a husband and father, returned from an important job involving guns, killing, a “saving the world” / 007 / CIA / FBI type of job, and now it looked as though he was going to be called in to the same type of action – but now he’d be saving his immediate family, rather than unrelated hundreds, in various overseas countries.

I figured, that with a name that included the words ‘World’ and ‘War’, that there’d be violence. That’s okay – I can handle that. I absolutely LOVE action movies (Die Hard II is my absolute favourite) and Hubby is a war DVD buff – both documentary and fictional – so I’ve seen more than my fair share of War flicks. And I figured that the ‘Z’ bit was probably similar to ‘Z for Zechariah’ – that YA novel that I had to study back in early High School, which was ‘the end of the world as we know it’ type of scenario.

So even though I *knew* that the word ‘Zombie’ starts with ‘z’, it wasn’t until someone was bitten, and then “turned”, that I realised, “I’m probably not going to like this movie. At all.”

And I was right. Even though the plotline was rather predictable; even though I *knew* that there would more than likely be some kind of a smile at the end of the movie, it seemed like an eternity to get to it. An eternity of on-screen screaming and scary music, not really helped by the idiots at the back of the cinema who insisted on copying the zombie noises, in an effort to make the movie even more of a realistic experience for the audience. I was glad when it was over.

So. Next time? Hubby’s not picking the movie. I am.