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FOR a film jampacked with the walking dead, Zombieland sure is bursting with life. If pushed, you would have to hail this clever, adrenalised splotch of pulp fiction as the first great zom-com since Shaun of the Dead.
In all honesty, Zombieland is not quite in the same league as Shaun of the Dead. But it’s more than worthy of being mentioned in the same sentence.
That should be recommendation enough for anyone hip to the guilty pleasures high-end, horror-based hilarity can offer.
The title of Zombieland refers to the nickname bestowed upon the United States after mad cow disease did a U-turn and mowed (or is that mooed?) down the entire country.
In the wake of a zombified apocalypse, America is now teeming with flesh-eating, mouth-breathing drones.
The few survivors with a clean bill of health recognise no law, but stick to certain rules to ensure they stick around to see another day.
Our narrator and nominal hero, Columbus (Jesse Eisenberg), runs us through a few handy hints to cope with life in Zombieland. Cardio, or physical fitness, is of paramount importance. Because — as we all know — movie zombies these days are bloody fast.
Columbus: Jesse Eisenberg.
Never, ever go to the toilet without making sure that facility is as secure as Fort Knox. Zombies always know when you have to go. And every dying zombie deserves a bonus bullet or thwack just to make sure they are finished.
After Columbus completes his summary of survival skills, Zombieland morphs into a cracking good road movie.
Seasoned zombie slayer Tallahassee (an appropriately un- hinged Woody Harrelson) is the first to join Columbus on an odyssey towards a possible haven on the west coast.
They are joined by sisters Wichita (Emma Stone) and Little Rock (Abigail Breslin), who have their own tricks for staying ahead of the undead. Zombieland, Showtime Premiere, 8.30pm