Maggie

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This isn't an action packed, gory, jump out of your seat zombie movie. In fact, it didn't even have to be a zombie movie to tell its story. The powers that be are overwhelmed with the crisis of zombie transformation, leaving the infected to the care of their unprepared families, who must eventually choose between agonizing and morally reprehensible alternatives: take an action that goes against every moral instinct, or allow the default choice, which would happen out of sight, but is far crueler. And then there is the gradual decay of infection - an insidious creeping malignancy that leaves one devoid of self knowledge and compassion and, at last, a mindless predator. The race is to hold onto that last trace of humanity before all else is lost.

A dismal attempt to make a zombie art film. Not zombie-horror, rather zombie-drama, which, The Walking Dead aside, I'm not really sure could ever work, even with a good script, which Maggie most certainly lacks. This somber downer takes itself way too seriously. There is literally not a single laugh, giggle, or even a smile throughout. To make sure we know that this is a serious art film it's shot in bleak, muted colors and syrupy violins play mournfully on the soundtrack. With its gloomy, bland earnestness, Maggie comes across less like a zombie flick and more like a really bad disease-of-the-week TV movie, a disastrous approach which completely sucks all the fun out of the genre.