Now we have all seen or been subject to certain scrutiny from spouses, significant others, stalkers, etc. Such arguments include: “How come we don’t go out anymore?” “It’s just not as exciting as it used to be” or “You have always loved that cat more than me!”
The main character in “Warm Bodies,” however, was able to get a girl while being dull, uncommunicative with weird dietary habits. He must be in a band or something.
“Warm Bodies” was the year’s first truly good rom-com that managed to inject a little bit of humor and creativity into a long dead institution now dominated by massive casts or Nicolas Sparks (Well, maybe only I think those are funny.).
The movie followed a zombie named R (Nicholas Hoult) as he lived, or dead, a consistent life of brains and inner monologue. Being a zombie, there wasn’t a whole lot of character here, other than what he expressed in deep thought that gave the movie the majority of its humor and insight.
But during a vicious buffet-storm against a group of survivors, R met a human woman named Julie (Teresa Palmer) and began to feel something warm inside. I personally thought this was due to copious intakes of blood, but I’m not a doctor.
But what started off as a unique film, slowly and surely transformed into the expected romantic comedy style. There was a boy, a girl, a disapproving father with little to do other than disapprove and a happy ending.
It felt more like a rom-com that happened to have zombies in it rather than a different take on the zombie genre we were all hoping for. This may be due to the tame PG-13 rating, but, as we all know, teen girls are squeamish to blood. Why is it this small group of humans has this much influence over everything?
However, the movie was consistently funny, thanks to some witty writing, great performances by Hoult and Rob Corddry as his zombie pal and a minor, if not terribly well-explored, desire to add something new to the rom-com genre. Let’s chalk this up to a small win in the quest to inject life into movies about the dead.