George Romero's last completed film to date has its moments, but suffers from underdeveloped characters and themes, doesn't make any sense even on its own terms, and lacks punch. It almost feels as if at least half an hour had been cut from the finished product; at the same time, the party/concert that ends the film is one of the most pointlessly dragged-out sequences I've ever seen. Peter Stormare's awful performance sinks it further. (*1/2)