**/**** Image A Sound A Extras B-
starring Brad Pitt, Mireille Enos, James Badge Dale, Matthew Fox
screenplay by Matthew Michael Carnahan and Drew Goddard & Damon Lindelof, based on the novel by Max Brooks
directed by Marc Forster
by Walter Chaw Marc Forster's World War Z, an adaptation of Max Brooks's cause célèbre novel (think Stephen Ambrose on the zombie apocalypse) that had a production so troubled the real surprise is Terry Gilliam had nothing to do with it, lands as half an idea, handsomely mounted in a really expensive crater. With almost no relationship to the book beyond honouring its concept of a conflagration told in vignettes, it feels almost exactly like James L. Brooks's I'll Do Anything, which began life as a musical and ended up, after extensive reshoots and careening budget overages, song-free, yet whole somehow despite the trauma. That sense of a sudden change in direction, in genre, is all over World War Z--something in its almost apologetic reserve, something in its unmistakable indecision. Indeed, it serves as a fitting metaphor for a zombie as a corpse similarly brought to shambling half-life, but frankly, it could've been a lot worse. It works for what it is in the same way that Steven Soderbergh's Contagion works, and with the same limitations, ambivalence, anticlimax, and handsome mounting. If, at the end, its Damon Lindelof-penned solution* (the twelfth-hour salvation of a freight train jumped its tracks) is as stupid as you would expect something Lindelof to pen, at least the journey there is interesting, even occasionally (if only very occasionally) arresting. A shame that Forster hasn't gotten any better at directing action since Quantum of Solace.
Its first miscalculation probably the implementation of a central character, World War Z follows the globetrotting derring-do of former U.N. hotspot navigator Gerry Lane (is in my ears and in my heart) as he's pulled back into action to suss out "patient zero" in the zombie pandemic. A family-man first, Gerry (Brad Pitt) escapes Philly, I mean Newark, I mean some hell-hole, finding sanctuary on an aircraft carrier where the best and brightest and the Declaration of Independence are secreted to wait out the early days of the blight. Gerry travels to Korea, then to walled Jerusalem where idiot wailers make too much noise. He takes a Belarusian jetliner in the picture's coolest set-piece, then visits Wales, I think (Cardiff?), where Lindelof saves the day with a way to end the movie without a bazillion-dollar epic slaughter that we still get glimpses of in a hastily-edited, wearily-narrated epilogue. The film's best idea is to present the zombies as insectile, clambering over one another in complete disregard of personal space. The worst idea is its attempt to give Gerry depth with a family in peril it promptly relegates to the sidelines before reintroducing at the end in what feels like every bit the equivocal band-aid that it is.
World War Z is bad, yet, miracle upon miracles, it's not unforgivably bad. No, it's serviceable fare more fatally wounded by the prevarication of making a zombie movie featuring millions upon millions of deaths (hundreds shown) within the chaste confines of the PG-13 rating. Without gore, without any coherently-shot action sequence that could have lent sense and scale (and, consequently, tension and pathos) to the proceedings, and without real characters to root for beyond broad sketches and Pitt's generic man of action, all that's left is a curiosity forever right on the edge of being a better movie. The standard for me in this vein remains Juan Carlos Fresnadillo's tragically under-seen 28 Weeks Later, the mere identification of which suggests that World War Z also has the misfortune of coming at the very end of a played-out thread--one peppered with a few too many masterpieces to compete against. Still, certain elements--such as Daniella Kertesz's star-making turn as an Israeli soldier, that airplane sequence, Pitt's undimmed star quality, or the emergence of Mireille Enos as someone to watch--provide World War Z with just enough meat to not entirely suck. It's mediocre. Huzzah!
THE BLU-RAY DISC
by Bill Chambers Paramount brings World War Z to Blu-ray in an unrated extended cut running 7 minutes longer than the theatrical version (viewable only via the included DVD). The extra footage is virtually unidentifiable without the aid of a marker--I noticed more arterial spray, especially during the amputation, as well as a greater density of chaos in the Israeli sequence. Those hoping for a sudden gorefest are out of luck. Not surprisingly, the much-ballyhooed alternate third act is nowhere to be found: the film was too big a hit for the studio not to squirrel away a few nuts for a double-dip down the road. The 2.40:1, 1080p transfer is extremely faithful to what was shown in theatres, in that the image is soft-focused, somewhat low-contrast, and features a colour palette that is at once undersaturated and overworked, with skin tones showing some spotty grading in the opening scenes. Shot in 35mm, the picture was sapped of grain early in the process but nevertheless retains a filmic patina that is ultimately very attractive, more glassily 'real' than any of this summer's other blockbusters. The 7.1 DTS-HD MA track is a robust rendering of a mix that delivers the swirling pandemonium and click-clack of zombie teeth with the same depth of detail. Dialogue--barely audible at my screening--is robust and carefully-modulated against the bassy din.
Extras are limited to three HiDef featurettes--"Origins" (8 mins.), "Looking to Science" (7 mins.), and the four-part "WWZ: Production" (36 mins.)--from the ubiquitous Laurent Bouzereau. The most notable thing about them is that producer/star Brad Pitt is a no-show, leaving a gaping hole that makes all the testimonies to his team spirit ring hollow, however unfairly. Also, despite being denied screenplay credit in the finished film, J. Michael Straczynski is not just interviewed, he's the only writer interviewed. Par for the Bouzereau course, this making-of material is flashy and impatient, scuttling past Errol Morris-worthy subjects like entomologist David Hughes, breeder of zombie ants, to get to the next starfucking soundbite. And forget about any insight into the extensive reshoots--director Marc Forster's comments are even framed in such a way as to suggest World War Z's current ending was on deck from the start. Still, all the stuff on Scott Farrar's seamless CGI is good (if abbreviated), and a moment with a disbelieving extra is precious for being candid by Boozy's standards. "Two people to make a hijab," she says. "This is a Hollywood production." A Digital Copy rounds out the presentation; also available in a separate Blu-ray 3D release.
*SPOILER: The solution of the piece is that if humans inject themselves with a terminal disease, the zombies will avoid them because the zombie contagion desires a "healthy" host. Except--and one of the characters explains this as the reason infecting zombies with something else wouldn't help--that being dead means you don't have a functioning circulatory system. Which also means that unless the disease is neurological somehow and terribly advanced, it also shouldn't matter whether the host has a terminal illness. return
Sorry, wasn't criticizing, just relaying what I read elsewhere, I'd personally would have liked to have seen it, just to try and figure out what the director and writers were thinking in terms of tone, especially since I like the way they chose to go small instead of big for the finale. I know it wasn't what people wanted but considering the way they were going to go with Pitt's wife shacking up with Mathew Fox I think they went the right route.
Posted by: Hugo | September 23, 2013 at 04:35 PM