Rubber - an abandoned car tyre becomes sentient, discover it possesses psionic powers and goes on a murderous rampage. Good fun for the first two thirds but peters out a bit towards the end. Don't think they quite knew how to wrap it up.
I watched this a couple of years ago and enjoyed it very much. I think Ian might like it.
They're running zombies. I like runners. Not shamblers. That's like being chased by a granny. Seriously, any fiend you can escape with an assertive stroll isn't scary. But in this movie, whatever they spent the budget on, it wasn't zombie make-up, so they ended up looking less undead and more a sobbing Chelsea outside Ritzy's at 3am on Sunday morning wailing about Gary having dumped her again.
But anyway, putting production values aside.
The plot. There's a luxury resort island filled with zombies (I know, it's like the worst Butlins ever). People can go and shoot them. And drink cocktails. These are the only zombies left in the world. And people shoot them. Lots of them. That might stretch their business plan somewhat. But wait, what's that, a refugee camp next door... Even Donald Trump would have figured out the twist. There's the usual disaster movie ensemble where you can predict the order of death with 95% accuracy within 10 seconds of them coming on screen.
The lead is a woman who, traumatized by a zombie war, is persuaded by her boyfriend the the best way to deal with the problem is to go to a resort filled with zombies. Because you can drink cocktails and then shoot them, which I suppose is therapeutic. Her boyfriend did something in the zombie war that resulted in the complete loss of his personality. Anyway, leading lady doesn't want to shoot any zombies after all. Then there's another woman, she's there on a mission about 'undead rights' so she steals some files but at the same time uploads a virus which promptly lets all the zombies out (à la Jurassic Park, though zombie dinosaurs would be cool, Hollywood make that movie!). Given that the protocol for dealing with the zombies should they escape is to blitz the entire island with incendiaries, I'm not sure what that did for undead rights. Then there's two teens who won their stay as a prize and treat it like a FPS. They were less annoying than they should have been and of course, died pretty quick. Then there was Dougray Scott. He was really good at killing zombies. We don't know why because he has no lines. He just turns up and shoots them while looking moody.
Anyway, some running around. Everyone gets eaten other than the lead and Dougie. And they discover that – surprise! – they're turning refugees into zombies. Dougie valiantly saves the leading lady by storming into a room packed with zombies with little ammo. Such sacrifice. Woman outruns the explosion (frankly, being able to run at several hundred metres per second should outpaces even the Usain Bolt of the undead) and leaps into the ocean. For some reason Dougie is still alive, presumably he talked his way out, having found his lines. And then there's zombies storming the beaches. Didn't they just get incinerated. Huh? HUH?
Poo.
That sounds quite good!
My description does actually make it seem quite a lot better than it was. Anyway, if anyone from Hollywood is reading this, I've got a first draft for
Zombie Dinopocalypse [working title]. Unearthed zombie dinosaurs rampage. It's pretty ace. I should maybe email it to Michael Bay and Roland Emmerich.
In other news I finally remembered to watch
Spectral (I slept through the first attempt, but was a more due to the fact I'd had a few glasses of magic sleeping potion in the pub earlier). Now that I liked. Ninja-engineer saved the day with some splendidly made-up science, all rendered with some quite reasonable CGI.
