All of the zombies in Army of The Dead look like understudies from a rejected broadway musical. I've never seen so much gleeful bounding in my life. They must have hired every unemployed dancer in LA for this. I'm also assuming they wrote the screenplay because holy hell this is 3 hours too long.
We ordered several bags of coffee on Monday.
We ran out of coffee on Tuesday.
This morning my wife legit called the factory to find out where our coffee is.
It took less than two days before the madness set in.
The worst thing about shift work is that when everyone is celebrating Friday, it's my Tuesday... of seven in a row... and I'm deemed essential and have to actually GO to work, in an Uber, during a plague, because I don't drive because WHY WOULD I NEED A LICENCE UNLESS THERE'S A BIBLICAL FUCKING PLAGUE THERE'S NO NEED.