I was bothered by three things in Ruben Fleischer‘s Zombieland, and I don’t think it spoils it to explain them. (1) If you’re in a sprawling, zombie-inhabited supermarket and you’ve just killed a ghoul with a metal baseball bat, only a fool drops the bat on the floor because another one could be right around the corner. (2) If you’re at an amusement park, turning on the lights and rides is a pure idiot move because it will primarily do only one thing — attract zombies. (3) Zombies don’t smile maliciously, even if they’re clowns.
