If you have read the book, this movie is not an adaptation of the book. But fortunately, nor does it pretend to be. If you have not read the book, don’t read this paragraph as it is not relevant to you. If you have not read the book and you have read this paragraph, that’s ok too. It’s all good. No. Really.
There’s a virus. It turns people into zombies. This is a zombie movie. It’s totally the opposite point of view from The Night Eats The World. In that, you have a main character who is isolated inside one building, disconnected, uninformed, alone. In this, our main character is nearly constantly accompanied. He happens to be the right person in the right place at the right time, someone who is sent to help someone find out what is going on, where this thing came from. Not until nearly the very end is he cut off and alone with the prospect of certain death, not until nearly the very end does he reach a decision point caused by circumstance. For the rest of the movie he is carried along on the pacing, a witness to not-quite-enough little vignettes of the world collapsing under a horde of biting undead.
It was good. It was not good enough. It lacked an undefinable something. It missed a beat or two. It was oddly disappointing and I suppose it could be because ultimately no one was really likeable. I was not really, truly invested in the long term survival of humanity. Which is odd because that’s the whole point of this movie, right? There were strong female leads but one of them was left to look after the kids and the other didn’t get quite enough screen time. But it was good, nonetheless. I could watch it again and not complain.