The best part of Zack Snyder's uneven but largely enjoyable undead epic is the mini-movie rolled into its opening credits, and it's worth a mini-review of its own. "Army of the Dead" opens as a brawny reanimated corpse bursts out of military captivity and infects the entire city of Las Vegas. Ever the maximalist ringmaster, Snyder unleashes a rollicking slo-mo montage of zombified revelers enacting a bloody takedown of Sin City as not one but two of covers of “Viva Las Vegas” follow the action in an operatic swell of chaos that shifts from dark comedy to wartime pandemonium. Self-serious mythologizing made Snyder's four-hour “Justice League” cut a slog; here, he gives way to a zanier style in tune with the material at hand.
Mercenaries stream into the deadly streets, guns a-blazing, as the ghoulish creatures multiply and tear into their attackers. Without a single introductory line, Snyder establishes a half-dozen warriors tasked with corralling the zombies into the center of the city, just in time for a wall of crates to keep them in. Tragedy strikes a few members of the team as the camera pans up to reveal a sea of ghouls pressing through every inch of their dusty, hellish habitat. The monstrous being who started it all parades about his apocalyptic kingdom as the shocked survivors confront the trauma that followed them out the door. Now that’s entertainment
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