This film is, IMHO, fucking ridiculous. People just standing around, posing and glaring, even as the zombies attack, as if the whole thing were happening on a catwalk. The only thing missing is a low, masculine voice-over commenting on how perfectly their cologne goes with the zombie apocalypse. It's not even particularly gruesome.
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We do learn that an accordion can be used to kill a zombie whilst making a silly little noise. I guess that's something.
The movie opens at a rural, oval track car race, where a driver narrowly avoids being bitten. We don't see the driver again at all till the very end, when he rescues the accordion-wielding child-hero. Know what? I'll bet the whole race driver subplot was added late in production cuz the gits who made this disaster realized they had no ending, and they couldn't just kill off the child survivor.
And the zombies, disorganized and spastic as zombies usually are, manage to build a number of “artifacts” that dot the landscape. Some critics have noted that this hints at a zombie religion. Oy vay. They're just piles, really, but supposedly “surreal” piles - of stuffed animals, of chairs reaching dozens of feet into the air, of sundry electronics and appliances. And not once is any attempt made to explain them. The zombies do like to stand before them and stare, though. I guess that's where you get the religulous angle.
Deep, eh?
And then there's the pubescent boy named Ti-Cul who travels with a balding, older insurance salesman. I'll let you work out what Ti-Cul means on your own. Fortunately, that backstory is not explained.
The saddest part? This waste of time won Best Canadian Film at TIFF. Go home TIFF, you're drunk.
If you need to kill some time (and some of your neurons), you can probably watch it on Netflix.
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