“World War Z,” a horror-action picture about a worldwide zombie epidemic, contains a number of stupendous sequences. In one, a traffic jam in Philadelphia has turned roads into parking lots, and people suddenly start emerging from their cars, snarling and looking dead and hungry and maniacal. In another scene, hordes of the undead swarm a gigantic wall built to protect Israel, climbing over each other like ants until they reach the top and start jumping on the unsuspecting civilians below.
And in perhaps the best set piece of the film, a man aboard an airliner in midflight emerges from the plane’s rear bathroom and starts chomping on people, the zombie disease spreading through coach and making its way toward first-class in a matter of seconds, like a runaway fire. Such scenes make director Marc Forster’s attempt to adapt Max Brooks’ unfilmable novel — an oral history of mankind’s war against the undead — a fun and scary blast.
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