Review: World War Z

Angelina Jolie is not in this film – I just needed to get that bit of admin cleared up.  It was a solid forty minutes after leaving the cinema before the bubble burst and my illusion shattered – the leading lady in World War Z was never Angelina Jolie.  Of course, you all knew this and are giggling amongst yourselves. I get to the cinema often enough but my film trivia knowledge is truly appalling; and my awareness of Angelina Jolie truly ignorant.  However, I can tell you (with assertion) that Brad Pitt is most definitely in this film.  I guess that’s where my lethal assumption came from about Miss Jolie’s presence.  Otherwise, we’re looking at a well rounded, exciting, and (in more ways than one) familiar action-horror zombie experience.

     Glasgow’s the new Hollywood.  No, seriously: Glasgow really is the new Hollywood.  It was nearly two years ago when the zombie circus rolled into town and Glasgow city centre transformed into Philadelphia because, by logic, Glasgow looks more like Philadelphia than the city of Philadelphia does.  I’m not complaining, it was fantastic to view the set and feel involved in an international project.  One of the film’s first scenes is of a Glasgow bus stop that I’m convinced is right outside the Royal College Building of Strathclyde Uni.  Hundreds of Glaswegians turned into zombie extras, but they stayed true to themselves: only doing it for a hundred quid!  Just to say, I have no witty lines about the correlation between Glaswegians and zombies – you’ve heard them all by now so I’ll spare you. 

     Other than seeing Glasgow on the silver screen, I wasn’t sure what to expect from World War Z.  But ten minutes into the film, I knew exactly what was going to happen – just not how.  You’ve seen this film before.  Many times.  Perhaps not in the cinema for a while, but World War Z is structured adhering to the expected conventions of a zombie-apocalypse film; and also, the conventions of the new “disaster movie” genre that’s developed over the past decade.  If you had your heart set on a zombie film that pushes the boundaries or strives for originality then you’ll probably be disappointed. 

     The best way to watch World War Z is as an action movie.  The film presents a gripping story line and elements of danger that feel very real.  Thankfully, the film wastes no time in getting to the gritty zombie warfare: within ten minutes George Square is thronged with zombies heralding chaos that will never cease.  With a certificate of 15, the film crosses over to the horror genre occasionally with one or two scares and some scenes of breathless tension.  I think World War Z should be praised for finding the perfect balance between horror and action: it’s free from excessive gore and exaggerated life or death scenarios; it’s a zombie film for sane people looking for a thrill, not to feel disgusted. 

     While the action is top quality, there’s a lag in the drama especially when it comes to the family relationships.  The acting is fine, not outstanding – just passing as convincing.  Brad Pitt’s not bad: ex-soldier turned family man – called back to action because he’s America’s finest.  He becomes separated from his wife (Mireillie Enos) and kids as they remain on the safety of a UN ship.  But right from the start the relationships between the family comes across as wooden and superficial.  One of the kids declares she wants a puppy for her birthday as they sit round having a pancake breakfast.

     Unfortunately, this means some of the adrenaline is lost because as a viewer we don’t feel there’s enough at stake because we just don’t care for the family who (apart from at the start) are in no real danger.  There could have been an interesting narrative strand developed with the family struggling without their hero father, but nothing worthwhile ever happens to them and they remain at the other end of the phone occasionally checking Brad is still alive.  Alternatively, a good story line could omit the family altogether and see Pitt play the lone wolf: quit the army but reluctantly goes back to save the world; in the end finding love, glory, new meaning… Unfortunately they wouldn’t touch my unsolicited script!  But I’d also like to point out that World War Z wins my award for worst sound bite of the year: “How do you know they’re coming?” “…They’re coming.”  They really should have tried my script. 

     The story does redeem itself by the end.  The solution to the pandemic is intriguing; also effective in the way it wasn’t too pessimistic, but not a happily ever after – it was realistic and worked well.  The last half hour was set in a medical research facility and made for some of the best cinema I’ve seen in ages.  Despite being your stereotypical zombie-doomsday tumult it seems to have appealed to audiences taking $118.8m at its opening weekend with Brad hinting at a sequel.  If they make another I hope they cast Angelina Jolie just to please me; and, of course, shoot it again in Glasgow – sorry, Philadelphia.

Lana Del Rey Live at the SECC, Glasgow

Not long before Lana Del Rey’s Scottish performance it was reported on The Scotsman’s website that the American singer surprised a Co-op cashier in Shawlands when she spotted the singer waiting at the back of her queue.  The store worker told Lana that she looked like “that American singer” and to her disbelief it really was.  Lana bought the cahier a copy of Vogue and signed it for her.  Before reading this I wasn’t entirely convinced of Lana’s seemingly random affection for the city of Glasgow.  She had previously tweeted: “all my friends and family are in Glasgow" and the city was where she was “happiest”.  It was also reported in the Metro that the all-American singer bucked the trend on celebrity travel when she touched down in Scotland on an Easyjet flight.

     I do struggle to consolidate most of my friends and family with Lana Del Rey: mainstream in popularity, but definitely not in style.  Most of the time you’ve either never heard of her; or you have, but immediately dismissed her as depressing.  Upon first listen, admittedly, her music does sound depressing – calling the album “Born to Die” probably doesn’t help.  However, to the right set of ears, you’ll understand that if you listen to her songs then they are better described as realistic and evocative.  Albeit, some songs will sound pretentious to some: your typical sad song with exaggerated references to sex, drugs and death.  But Lana Del Rey’s records are autobiographical, they tell stories - especially about life, relationships, money and the influence of America. 

     The appeal is there.  It comes not only from the lyrics but from the voice.  Lana Del Rey is classic, soul, jazz, pop all emanating from one woman.  The vocals are everything from tender young sweetheart to gritty urban woman.  The range is impressive and a Lana track stands out in the contemporary charts.  Being already obsessed with most of the tracks, the crowd just needed to hear them being performed.  Lana Del Rey never disappointed: the set was majestic with palm trees, lion statues and screens in gold frames; but most importantly, Lana sounded perfect – hitting every note, even the outstanding high and low ones that artists often omit during live shows.

     “My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola” was the opening line of the concert taken from the sexually explicit track “Cola”.  Following this was a well chosen set-list including all the singles.  “Born to Die” was one highlight.  The UK top ten hit was performed with style: Lana stood back from the crowd and let us appreciate the tones of her voice and the profound melancholy of the lyrics.  Whereas “Without You”, a softer track about the triviality of fame and fortune in the absence of love, saw the singer intimate with the audience, sitting on the edge of the stage.  The crowd were ecstatic when she introduced latest single “Young and Beautiful” featured on the soundtrack for the new “Great Gatsby” film. 

     During live shows I like to take a minute during a favourite song to listen carefully and really appreciate the singer.  Quite often it’s a once in a lifetime performance to hear your favourite artist in your home city and I want to see how it compares to every time you’ve heard the singer on the radio , iPod or watched them live on Youtube.  The crowd get the chance to experience the artist and see why they’re famous: in person, as it happens and for two hours they’re no longer remote icons in our ears.  Lana Del Rey is a singer and her live performances showcase her talent – a talent that is arguably increasingly rare in contemporary music.

     At most gigs, you have a vague dislike towards everyone else in the crowd – after all, they are literally standing in the way between you and your favourite singer.  At the SECC that night I never liked the look of those desperate hipster teens: clad in their denim armour, platform style Converse and even one sporting a ghetto-style gold chain.  They all must have been colour blind and stumbled out of the same Topman outlet.  Fashion crisis aside, my problem was the crowd had very poor concert etiquette and most seemed too immature to know how to stand properly at a gig.  Of course, I’m not the author of the ‘concert rule book’; but queue skipping, aggressive pushing and starting fights in the middle of a packed crowd will most likely be found in the ‘don’t’ section.

     Gigs are always cramped, but it’s unbearable when you can’t even move your hands and you’re pressed against people at all sides.  Every time Lana approached the front of the stage you were thrust forward by vain people pushing from behind.  Instead of appreciating the music, you spent most of the time apologising to the indignant people around you and trying not to fall over.  I managed to survive only because I’m tall; but there was a chance of somebody being seriously injured if they fell or felt claustrophobic.  Unfortunately, this meant that some of the songs were completely ruined including “Ride” – one of Lana’s most personal and captivating singles.  Perhaps the discomfort is the price paid for being so close to the stage and getting some good snaps but it has never been as chaotic at any gig I’ve been to before. 

     But the majority of people made it to the end to hear “National Anthem” a track very much inspired by the superpower USA and its capacity for love, glory and fortune; but, as already well expressed, it’s often a semblance covering a hollow and superfluous nation. It’s a signature track for the star even if its message isn’t entirely significant to us Scots.  But it just shows the international appeal that Glasgow has to the big stars: they want to bring their music and their message and share it with their Scottish fans.  If you were lucky enough to be in the front row and still standing then you will have surely got an autograph and photo with Lana because she went along the row at the end while the strings played out “National Anthem”.  By that point, however, the riotous crowd had seen us pushed back about five rows!  Lana was out of sight, but her melodies and lyrics have been playing out in my mind since.   
Words and pictures by Chris Park