“Woody Harrelson is just damn funny.” Henry made as if he was chewing on something, “Funny, that is right.”
“You are aware he is a man?” Kristl remarked, “Not a jump-about gun toting woman in a tight suit?”
“He is not a man!”
“Oh god, we just lost just half our audience.”
“He is a cowboy.”
“Did we get some back or did we loose the other half?”
“That fight in that booth is so funny. Dual wielding guns and shooting all them zombies. Kabang, kabang. “ Henry made gun gestures and with his fingers shooting imaginary zombies.
“Don’t forget the others, that nervous kid, Jesse Eisenberg, and the two girls, Emma Stone and Abigail Breslin. They put in believable performances that make the movie whole: it is not a one man show.”
“Yeah, the movie has a great cast. It pokes fun with the zombie genre, but in a good way, and it is better than most other zombie movies, even the serious one’s. And that camo of Bill Murray is damn funny too. All in all a damn good movie.”
“I think you should practice your cowboy some more. You start to repeat yourself.” Kristl interjected.
“And there are some funny running gags that are well, spaced out and given twists to keep them interesting such as the double tap: making sure a zombie is really dead by shooting it twice if necessary. Or the rules of surviving the zombie holocaust. Or the zombie killing of the week. All in all a fun movie. What do you think?”
“You are right. It is a fun movie.” Kristl said, “I just hope one thing..”
“That they don’t make a sequel. It is unlikely to be better.”
“That’s so right, pardner.” And Henry made as if he spat an imaginary piece of chew on the ground.