

The subsequent outbreak is chronicled in the most Zack Snyder fashion: topless zombie showgirls and Elvis impersonators chomp on the gamblers of Sin City's casinos in a slo-mo montage set to a lounge cover of “ Viva Las Vegas.” The apocalypse in Zack Snyder's new film begins in the most ill-advised Las Vegas way: a just-married couple consummate their marriage in a car, which slams into a military convoy carrying a payload from Area 51. If every zombie movie could be seen as a feature-length commercial for cremation, Army of the Dead is, first and foremost, a vehicular fellatio PSA.
