Armed to the teeth!
If there’s one thing war veterans are good at, it’s kicking ass and taking names. When you know your protagonists have been through hell and back, it makes the conflict all the more interesting. Our heroes are relatively old, by horror movie standards: Stephen Lang, William Sadler, Fred Williamson, Martin Kove, and George Wendt. These guys, at one point or another in their career, played badasses.
Their tavern is their turf, and it’s the last place a bunch of drug dealers will set foot in. With its sets barely lit in red, blue, and green, I was completely sucked into its nightlife. VFW belongs to another era. They just don’t make these films anymore. It’s like we’re back to 1990. While this is never problematic, the film is implausible, immature, and stereotypical.
Everyone’s got a reason to beat each other up, and everyone’s got mad skills. I love it! Ax to the head, devastating shotgun headshots, booby traps; the bad guys are disposed of as if they were nothing more than generic zombies, and, let’s face it, VFW is way more interesting than most zombie flicks out there, if only because it isn’t rehashing the same shit.