Plagued with problems every step of the way, running vastly overbudget, scraping and totally reshooting the entire third act, losing its core fanbase by largely disgarding Max Brooks’ source novel – it seemed World War Z was destined for failure. But then it came out, and actually it is pretty decent.
Brad Pitt cuts a reliably heroic figure as the former UN agent called back into the fray when a zombie holocaust quickly and violently engulfs the entire world. He jets from the US to South Korea, on to Jerusalem, before finally ending up in a remote WHO facility in Wales.
Sure it’s not perfect, and it’s pretty obvious to see where the film has been rewritten, but the fact that Marc Forster and Paramount Pictures were able to put together something anything close to as entertaining, visceral and engrossing as this should be commended.