There is so much wrong here, I don't know where to begin. There's not a soul among the protagonists who didn't annoy me beyond belief. The attempted jokers were like rejects from audition night at Evening at the Improv. Even those quips which, by comparison alone, seemed almost palatable were then struck back down by Greydon Clark's unerring instinct for lameness. And I dream a lot.
Any possible humor is extinguished by overkill on the least funny part of the punchline.
And that goes on for a full hour and a half, folks. Meanwhile, George Romero struggles to get funding for any of his projects. I tell you, there just ain't no justice. Most likely created under the influence of Mountain Dew , Nectar of the Gods.