Let Me In

Abby longing to come in; Owen sulking dangerously

Like I’ve said before, there are two kinds of post-apocalypse movies: first, there’s the kind like Zombieland, which are relatively tidy. People might complain about missing their creature comforts, but you never see the struggle for food, or the fact that cleanliness is suddenly next to impossible. That sort of thing is saved for movies like The Book of Eli, where a prepackaged finger wipe from Kentucky Fried Chicken is like gold.
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