This movie goes from zero to a hundred.
Every five minutes.
By the one hour mark I was honestly thinking about 5 minutes of it needed to exist to make this movie work. And that feeling NEVER. GOES AWAY. I kept thinking this movie could have been cut to 90 minutes....but then I couldn't think of 90 minutes of this movie that is comprehensible enough.
I just don't now how you fuck this premise up so badly. Vegas Zombie bank heist? FUCK YEAH! No. Just no. Everything is bad.…
This movie is just the most wonderful vibe, I could watch Brad Pit drive around 1969 LA and get into hijinks for fucking hours. Pitt and Leo just own this so hard, incredible chemistry and absolutely hilarious. It's also drop dead gorgeous. If it weren't for the specter hanging over the film I'd almost consider it heartwarming.