Multicultural swarms of CGI people are attacking and the planet is helpless to stop them, until Brad Pitt decides he's had enough. Or so goes the slim plot of World War Z (American title: World War Zee), which shoehorns a stoic Pitt into a variety of global set pieces as he attempts to traces the origins of this undead plague which ravages the globe. Based on the book by Max Brooks (son of Mel!), WWZ drops any social/political commentary in favour of levels ripped straight from a video game. Pitt arrives in a new country just in time for it to be overridden by zombies. He then learns where he has to go next, and is lucky enough to witness some small detail which clues him in on how to stop the virus. And he does all that with about 12 lines of dialogue. Pathetically unimpressive stuff.