At first, watching the poor box office performance of this movie, I wondered, why? But then, I saw it, and it was clear as day. The movie has the right idea, but it never really takes off and runs with it; instead, it plays it very safe, and the result is just a poor, poor version of the famous Jane Austen story, and nothing more. The zombie storyline is so poorly handled that it's kinda pathetic: the director should've pushed the envelope further. The biggest sin the movie makes is that it's just plain BORING! And for such a mashup of classic literature and the ultimate modern horror genre of the walking undead, it's really a marvel just how in the world anyone could fuck this up. I kept wondering, and still do, what someone like Edgar Wright, or even Robert Rodriguez, might've done with this material. The possibility alone brings a smile to my face, but the sad reality of how this actually DID turn out is enough to keep that frown there for a while.
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