Zombieland (2009)

I try not to limit myself to watching deep-shit movies about old people who sit on chairs in a gray, naked room, contemplating death and the severe human condition to the soundtrack of Arvo Pärt, three buzzing flies and a tractor. Hell, zombie movies are fun. And sometimes they provide some stark post-apocalyptic images of all-too-none-too-human humanity. Zombieland is not like that. Zombieland is pure beer-belching entertainment, but pretty good at that. My blessings go out to the scene in which guns are shooted in Bill Murray's mansion to the sweet tones of Hank Williams' I'm so lonesome I could cry. Now pass me another lager.