There is nothing subtle about Zack Snyder’s Army of the Dead. That is both its strength and its weakness and sometimes, somehow, both at once.
It opens on a group of soldiers calling themselves the “Four Horsemen” and carrying an apocalyptic payload, which is unleashed once their vehicle crashes into a dude getting road head from his new bride. One bloody thing leads to another, and the hot-pink opening credits play over a montage of zombie showgirls rampaging through the casinos, of military planes carpet-bombing the Strip, of muscled warriors taking out the undead by slicing them, squashing them, and riddling them with bullets until they’re reduced to pulp — all set to the soundtrack of a Liberace impersonator singing “Viva Las Vegas.”
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