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Essentially a film about "feelings" and "fools." You'll be scratching your head and asking a lot of questions throughout the film, but the biggest question (that will likely have no answer) is "why did I gamble on this film?"

To be fair there are a few "pearls" in the film, but simply not a sufficient amount enough to make up for what is lacking, of which there is A LOT.

Remember how I said there was no answer to the big question you'll be asking? Well actually there is and you can find it at the end of my first sentence in quotation marks. Welcome to the club.

While the numerous deficits/positives in this film have been well stated more than once; Writing = c+ Acting = b - Setting, scenery = A I think it should be noted that as long as violence (the kind where there is profuse, but not excessive, blood) is not off the table when it comes to watching "action" films and the like with your family (kids, or senior range parents, or both) then this might be one to keep on the back-burner when you're in a pinch for an indoor weekender. While there is absolutely no sex, or nudity, the vulgarity is at an almost non existent minimal and of the variety that might even pass the t.v. Censors these days. As the summaries and trailer imply, drugs are at the forefront of the plot device that fuels this slow burning, up hill rolling 'action' film, but are not used/abused by any of the characters and barely seen throughout the movie.

No, it won't win any/many awards and you'll probably have to strain to remember you even saw it within a few months time, but for all its shortcomings it looks well produced (aesthetically speaking) and once the action does get going it stays at a nominal and steady pace up to the end. You could do worse than this b grade "action" story about a good-hearted family man dealing with his own family issues whose world is suddenly turned upside down through no fault of his own. However if you are looking for any level of intensity from Jason Momoa that is even a shadow of the kind he delivered as Khal Drogo, you should probably look somewhere else.

Finally, ladies; yes, Jason does take his shirt off.

... he will undoubtedly be looking to kick his son in the balls for ever allowing the great film making name of Romero to be attached to this fiasco of a film.

First of all, I offer my sympathies to the currently living Tony Todd and wonder, "how dead is his career that he actually took a role in this?" While Todd delivers the only credible performance in this festering cesspool of bad acting/actors it shouldn't be the "selling point" as he seems to be doing his own 'zombie walk' of sorts, even though his role is that of a living survivor.

Todd is no 'Brando' by any stretch, but generally his performances are credible and suitable to the role, as well as effective to the story. In this case his role is minimal (mainly in the opening scene(s) and his delivery pretty much falters from the start and just nosedives by the end of the movie. I think anyone/everyone would see that his presence and name (much like the aforementioned producers namesake) is here to sell the film to fans. My advise would be "don't buy it and even if it's sent to you for free, send it back and demand a refund!"

Clearly the budget for auditions was in the double digits, but fortunately (for no one, including himself) fellow producer Stephen Luke offered his "talents" (and yes, this is a complete bastardization of the definition of that word) as the main lead. When the beautiful Raina Hein (2010 America's Next Top Model finalist) is finally introduced it gives little relief to anything other than the aesthetics. Still, I can't help wonder; with Hollywood's increasing obsession in making practically every female character in every show/film, no matter the genre, into some invincible super heroin, maybe Hein would've/could've been more convincing as the lead and carried the overall movie a little better? At the very least a little gratuitous nudity might have kept it from completely falling into (figuratively speaking) a shallow grave.

On the more positive side, Todd Vance (as Bena's dad) delivers the only performance, in one single particular scene, that might give viewers a chuckle. Yes, a single chuckle. Lastly, fight sequences towards the end seem over choreographed at times, but I've seen worse.

Directing, dialogue, writing and plot (along with subsequent "plot twist") are all as the Brits would say, "complete and utter rubbish." Uninspired, unimaginative and just plain lazy.

I honestly think I would've had a better time digging a hole in my backyard, then having someone bury me alive (don't try this at home kids) and video record me digging my way out, then watching that over and over and over again, than watching a single viewing of this dreadful, undead filled flop.

If zombie fans want excitement I'd suggest going to an open casket wake and standing over the body for a time slightly more than the acceptable limit for a complete stranger. It's certain to deliver a better bloodrush than this movie; which will likely only cause rigor mortis... and not in a good way either.