The food and drinks were a bit of a distraction from the edge-of-your-seat (or comfy middle part of the recliner) suspense. Nail-biting, hair-raising, heart-beating, [insert any applicable hyphenated adjective here] suspense of the kind often lacking in most horror movies. Suspense you couldn't guess at or anticipate. This was my first foray into the 'zombie apocalypse' (great phrase that), and I am glad I waited. Of course, it wouldn't be me if I didn't find a couple of plot points inexplicable. Spoiler alert again, but how on earth did Brad and the Isreali army girl manage to be the only two, beside the undead undead person, who survived the airplane crash. And, at the pace that the infection was spreading, mathematically, it seems impossible that the world wasn't completely over-run in the three days that Brad was recovering from his air crash wound. Small complaints in an otherwise really fun (if scary, jumpy, and tense are ways you describe fun) pitting of wits against the witless-but-verocious. Does make me look at Lollii's teeth chomping habit in a whole new way (see the scene at the door of Bay 139 to understand what I mean). Clunk, clunk, clunk.
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