Daisy Ridley finds something to live for in the contemplative zombie movie We Bury The Dead
A thoughtful exploration of the human frailties that haunt us in life, and death
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Label a film a “zombie movie” and our genre-trained brains zip right to the question of whether it will feature fast-moving or slow-moving iterations of the undead. With that trope so embedded into the modern DNA of this particular horror subgenre, it’s refreshing when a filmmaker puts it on the backburner and explores something more interior, which is what writer-director Zak Hilditch (1922) does with We Bury The Dead.
The Australian filmmaker uses the sparseness of his home country as a haunting backdrop for this intimate examination of a woman on a journey to understand her humanity. Ava Newman (Daisy Ridley) is an American, compelled to travel to Tasmania in the wake of an accidental American detonation of “something” off the coast of the remote island. More than 300,000 are now dead, and that may include Ava’s husband Mitch (Matt Whelan), who was attending a corporate retreat on the island and hasn’t touched base since all communications went dead.
Adrift in a fugue state, Ava arrives on the island to volunteer, assigned to one of many body retrieval teams organized by the Australian military. Their mission is to go into all of the rural communities that are furthest away from the impact zone to remove bodies from residences so they can be buried. Ava’s seemingly selfless call to action actually masks her true intention to eventually branch out on her own to find out if her husband is alive or dead. Only after she lands does she find out that there could be a third option: A by-product of this modern catastrophe is that some victims are waking up, then quickly culled by the military.