We Bury the Dead

Quite incredible how it keeps making the least interesting and most convenient -- that finale, omg -- choices from start to finish. Poorly both imagined and executed in so many ways, like main character seeing her husband in every new face or interaction she makes from five to five minutes. For a film willing to depict grief in all its pain and weirdness, its best moments are actually the lighter ones -- the silly hangout scenes with Ridley and Thwaites just enjoying the shit out of this slow-burning apocalypse.