African American Movie Reviews

Warm Bodies: A Surprisingly Decent Movie… But Julie is Bop #1

Alright, we’ll give credit where it’s due—Warm Bodies is actually solid. Going in, we expected some corny, Twilight-but-zombies nonsense, but it turned out to be a decent mix of humor, action, and an original take on the undead. Nicholas Hoult as R? Cool. The whole “zombies can change through love” angle? Not the worst idea ever. But let’s address the real issue here—Julie. Certified Bop #1.
Because WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU START FALLING FOR THE DEAD MAN WHO JUST KILLED YOUR BOYFRIEND?!
We are two days removed from Perry getting snacked on, and suddenly Julie is locked in like she just found her soulmate. What type of time are we on?! She gets dragged off to some abandoned airplane, and after about 48 hours, she’s out here sharing long stares and listening to records like R didn’t just have her man for breakfast. Stockholm Syndrome speedrun.
And look, we get it—R is different. He’s got some personality, some awareness. But he is still a corpse. That heart ain’t beating because of love, it’s beating because the infection got a glitch. Meanwhile, Julie is moving like it’s just another Tuesday, unbothered by the fact that her new love interest literally has her ex’s blood in his system.
Now, to be fair, the movie itself? Way better than expected. The humor works, the action is solid, and the take on zombies regaining humanity through emotions is actually a fresh concept. But Julie? Absolutely unserious.
Final verdict? Warm Bodies is a solid movie weighed down by one of the wildest romantic decisions in cinema. If someone ate our people, we are NOT chilling with them two days later. FOH with that.