If Simon Pegg thought he hated the kineticised zombies of Charlie Brookers Dead Set, what must he think of Marc Forster's tsunami-wave of undeads roaring after Brad Pitt's ex-UN grunger? "Not much" if he has much sense, for while the unstoppable advancing hordes that litter World War Z (a far cry from Max Brook's original source material) inhabit a certain primitive fear, there is little bite to them save for the superficial gnashing of teeth. Pitt plays Gerry Lane, an ex-field operative pulled back in just when he thought he was out for one last job - although in this case, given the impending doom, one last job it may very well turn out to be. Zombies are infecting the global population and Gerry and a handful of SWATs go on the hunt for Patient 0 in a globetrotting journey that sees them pursued in Philadelphia, cornered in South Korea and jumped in Jerusalem before ending up in the showdown location of showdown locations - Cardiff, Wales, and all the while, his wife Karin (The Killing's Mireille Enos) thanklessly hangs on the end of a satphone waiting for hubby to call. World War Z is polished and relentless in the way Summer Blockbusters ought to be, but underwritten characters, poorly conceived plotting and an absence of any discernible passion from the cast or creatives makes sitting through it less the white-knuckled ride it's meant to be and more the soporific bore it's not. I recommend you play the vastly superior The Last of Us instead.