Zombieland

What it's about:

Columbus (Jesse Eisenberg) has made a habit of running from what scares him. Tallahassee (Woody Harrelson) doesn’t have fears. If he did, he’d kick their ever-living ass. In a world overrun by zombies, these two are perfectly evolved survivors. But now, they’re about to stare down the most terrifying prospect of all: each other.

What we thought:

Ever had that fantasy in which you’re the last person left on Earth? I have.

At first, it may be a relief. But soon we all wish we could run into another person. Someone. Anyone. Even your worst enemy. Because if everybody's gone, even the bullies, who'll be your mirror?

So in Zombieland a lonely teenage game addict called Columbus opens his door to rescue his hot neighbour, who's in distress. He dreams of tenderly tucking her hair behind her ears, but before he can try it on, she falls asleep on his lap. And then when she wakes up...

Soon Columbus realises that while he was locked in his room playing games and inhaling pizza, the world had been overtaken by zombies. Columbus sets off to find his parents in another town – they’re the only people he knows. He sets out on his journey, armed with a list of video-game rules to protect himself with against the general populous of blood-thirsty morons who want to eat his flesh... with hilarious and touching consequences.

He finds a father figure in zombie-killer Tallahassee (Woody Harrelson, as a natural born killer comic), and a turquoise-eyed teen queen Wichita (Emma Stone) on the run with her little sister, who may be out to kill him (or capture his heart).

Think awesome zombies. Think awesome killings. Think amazing escapes and even more amazing deaths. Think love. Think Lévi-Strauss (that's for the people who read books). And think very stylish acting. Think if you're there on a date, you’ll end up kissing.

And in the end, what’s it all about? Well, every character is trying to find one thing they're really good at, or to lay their hands on something they really want. And we’re all good at something, whether that be killing zombies, or falling. Finding out what we’re really good at must be the greatest happiness we humans can really hope for. It’s either that, or forever feasting on the flesh of others.
 
But I'm getting carried away. So here’s the deal: go see this movie. It's an hour of pure fun, because its violent madness is all guilt-free.