/2.5 out of 5 brains

2.5 out of 5 brains

Love, romance, passion, brains, guts, zombies; all upcoming sarcasm aside, the movie was as flimsy and strange as that list.

This is speaking, of course, about the newest addition to book-to-film adapted, undead teen comedy-love stories, “Warm Bodies.”

Oh boy…where to start. First and foremost, before this goes any farther, let’s just say this: no one should at any point actually spend the money to see this in theaters. Wait for the DVD at the local video store. It would be for the best.

Not to give away crucial plot elements, a brief overview is in order. The movie is pretty on par with what the trailers show it to be; a girl and a zombie fall in love in the middle of an apocalypse. They face obstacles, overcome trivial pasts and show that love conquers blah, blah, blah.

All this movie did was take generic concepts from every Lifetime love story ever made and combine it with a zombie theme to appeal to that whole zombie apocalypse fad that’s been the rage lately. How can those two things even be combined?

Ignorant point number one: zombies are (as depicted time and time again) a mindless, ravenous, flesh eating, undead monstrosity. They are devoid of humanity and only act upon animal instincts. How are they supposed to fall in love? Warm Bodies tries to break the mold here by proposing they are truthfully capable of human thought and emotion, but the whole approach is just wishy-washy at best. The “proof” provided is just too flimsy.

It’s clear that the producers and director were trying to break the mold, but unfortunately their attempt was ill fated, and the whole plot continues on in this manner: generic zombie-movie sequences, generic ‘tween’ love-drama.

Ignorant point number two: not only is this movie full of bland, tasteless humor, its plot is completely dry and arid (and of course, stolen).There’s going to be a large teen following going ”OMG it was so funny!”

Unfortunately, for anyone who is an actual connoisseur and cinema buff, this belongs in the $5 bin at Wal-Mart.

Kristopher Reynolds

Staff Writer