Generally when you think of zombie movies, love isn’t the first thing that comes to mind. The blood, guts and gore that play a main role in zombie flicks are a prime contrast to the mushy, gushy love in romance films. Yet sometimes, the stars align and the two combine in a strange, juxtaposed situation. Such happens in the movie Warm Bodies, released Feb. 1, 2013.
When I walked into the theater, prepared for a casual double date, and learned that I’d be seeing a zombie movie, I was less than thrilled. Zombie movie? Date? Blood? Boyfriend? The combination seemed fatal. Next, I learned that Warm Bodies was a romance. A new combination came to mind, and I envisioned a twisted zombie apocalypse. And that was exactly what I got.
IMDb labels the movie in the comedy/horror/romance genre. Prepared for the horror and romance, I wondered what laughs could come out of such a strange setting. The first few were sparse chuckles, the next were some giggles, and the last were some solid few-second laughs. Although I didn’t have tears in my eyes, roll on the floor, or choke on my super-salty-buttery-popcorn, they’d nevertheless gotten a giggle out of me.
Rarely can I say that I laughed during a movie that didn’t include Will Ferrell, but I did. To be honest, rarely can I say that I stayed awake during a movie at all. If I’m going to watch a movie, it has to be entertaining, easy to follow, and interesting to say the least. Warm Bodies fulfilled all the requirements and exceeded my expectations.
For a person that favors Nicholas Sparks and Channing Tatum, I was pleasantly surprised when I got Dave Franco and Teresa Palmer. I mean I wasn’t complaining, and neither was my boyfriend. Although I wouldn’t consider Warm Bodies a spectacular comedy, horror, or romance, it was an exceptional combination of the three.