Warm Bodies lovingly resurrects the zombie

Savannah Burchfiel

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.