Somehow, despite the fact that he’s not scientifically trained - or indeed, trained in anything besides the kind of survival skills you pick up when the studio hires an ex-soldier to show you how to hold a gun correctly - he realizes that zombies aren’t attacking anyone with a terminal illness. The whole big twist of the movie - indeed, the movie’s sole actual plot point - is predicated on Gerry being the only person on earth who pays attention to things. Gerry Lane - even his name sounds made-up, like a pseudonym a famous person leaves at the front desk of a hotel - is tasked with “saving the world,” but all he really does is go places and watch things happen. I worry that I sound like I’m criticizing the guy, but I’m not part of what makes World War Z so interesting is that the hero is so resolutely passive. (Pitt spends the movie looking like an Us Weekly paparazzi photo spread: Perfect mussed hair, five-day scruff, cargo pants.) This is, more or less, exactly what you imagine Brad Pitt’s life is like: The second he gets off the plane anywhere, the airport needs to double their security and people begin climbing electric fences. In Jerusalem, everything appears to be going just fine…but the second Pitt walks up to the giant Zombie Wall, a flood of zombies build a giant zombie anthill in order to get in. In Korea, several soldiers die getting him off and on a plane. And every time Pitt lands somewhere, bad things happen. From there, the movie essentially becomes a portrait of Brad Pitt Flying Places And Talking To People. In a typical movie, the bulk of the plot would be about Pitt keeping the scientist out of trouble in this movie, the scientist accidentally shoots himself almost immediately.
Pitt flies to Korea with a scientist who is explicitly said to be the only hope for mankind.
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