Day 47. 161 pages, 58,131 words.
This good-bad/bad-good splatter comedy was our second movie of the night. I was immediately infuriated by the lack of an apostrophe in the title. I mean, they could have put it basically anywhere. But I tried to look past that and see the movie for what it was.
Which was basically summed up by “good-bad/bad-good splatter comedy” and ought to have no surprises after you’ve read the title and gotten past the apostrophe thing.
This was a hilarious but rather unsurprising romp that delivered everything it promised. A little group of boy scouts, desperate to be accepted in an aptitude-hating world and acquire popularity and sexual attention in the most juvenile way, find themselves at ground zero of a zombie outbreak. After returning from a camp-out to find most of their home town already converted, they set about saving the day with the assistance of a plucky stripper.
I mean, with the indispensible butt-saving heroism of a plucky cocktail waitress. No, for real.
With this entertaining premise, a lot of excellent splattery violence and some amusing divergences from the Zombie Apocalypse trope (and some equally amusing adherences to it), this was a fun movie to eat snacks and drink booze to. It was no Shaun of the Dead or Tucker and Dale vs. Evil, but it was a solid Zombeavers.
 Holy fucknuggets, that movie is 12 years old.
One of the boy scouts was actually Scott “Cyclops” Summers from the new X-Men reboot, but we’ll get to that tomorrow. Probably. I’m not ruling out the possibility of a connectivity event between the movies, with Cyclops as a lynchpin.
All in all, delightful entertainment although not exactly a must-see unless you’re doing some sort of Master’s thesis on the zombie phenomenon in popular culture.
Or selfie culture.