Review: Army of the Dead.

Cult director Zack Snyder has made a fresh, inventive and genuinely scary zombie movie.

Unfortunately, I say “has” because it was seventeen years ago and it was his “Dawn of the Dead” remake.

In the interim, he’s basically followed the Peter Jackson career path of having lively and inventive early work, then doing one well-received adaptation (“Lord of the Rings” in Jackson’s case, the shlocky post-9/11 comic book homoeroticism of “300” for Snyder) before becoming successful enough that nobody would say no anymore and deciding that length is the same thing as quality.

So, after drawn out controversy over “Justice League,” which saw Snyder hand over the reins of a half-finished superhero film due to family tragedy, only for the movie to be panned and his replacement to get exposed as a racist and #MeToo’d into smithereens….

I was looking for a picture of Joss Whedon crying into his pile of Avengers cash, or else relaxing with some “All In The Family” DVDs, but alas…

…2021 has seen Snyder come back to finish his own version of Justice League, which was released with a longer runtime and to what MetaCritic calls “mixed or average reviews.” It wasn’t exactly a resounding victory, but Snyder seems to have treated it as such and used the cultural cache to springboard into “Army of the Dead,” a Netflix…