Pitt's zombie flick mindless, bloodthirsty — and very political
The other day, I was walking out of "World War Z" — the big
summer zombie movie with Brad Pitt — and I couldn't help but
look at people and wonder:  Which ones survive?  Which ones turn
into zombies and bite their loved ones because they were too
indecisive when it counted?  And which ones end up with rippling
muscles and tight-fitting clothes, the sleeves ripped off,
smoking a cigar?  Sign Up For Traffic Text Alerts  Try it
yourself if you see the movie. Look at your friends, family and
think on it.  "I'm going to survive," insisted my colleague Old
School, who does not smoke cigars but said he would begin after
a zombie apocalypse.  "I'll be that guy with the muscles and the
sleeveless shirt and a sawed-off shotgun and a double-headed ax
if they get too close."  Old School, like many of you, has
thought this one out. He knows it's not likely that an entire
family makes it. They never do.  "If my family turns zombie, I'm
going to be upset," he