Crossing his gloomy path — and saving his life — is African military Sgt. Dembele (Prince David Oseia), whose village has been decimated by flesh-munching, glassy-eyed zombies. Make that zombi. Given the race and place of the people, "The Dead" recalls the subgenre's roots in films like 1932's "White Zombie," where the shambling bodies had more to do with voodoo and slave culture than today's Romero-informed creatures.
Sadly, as Murphy and Dembele traverse the barren landscape in search of safety — almost in a "Defiant Ones" style, given their clash of cultures — "The Dead" grows to be nearly as dry and dull as their dirt-caked surroundings. With a moving scene involving an infant girl aside, the movie is too bleak, too boring for its own good.
With our two lead characters underdeveloped — not helped by a purposeful dearth of dialogue — there's so little for a viewer to latch onto, other than the occasional well-executed machete to the head. —Rod Lott
Read our interview with directors Howard and Jonathan Ford.