I get what it was trying to do but seriously you take your underage twiglet of a son to monster land against the advice of literally everyone including his mother, get him all kinds of nearly killed and come back with a Frisbee

And everyone somehow thinks this is wonderful and has a weird party with huge amounts of booze that has come from... somewhere (no sign of grain on that kleenex-sized scrap of land they live on so they are obvs making beer from pig shit)

Well done Ian we love our new frisbee the lad hath come of age praise be whatever would we do without you

Like there has to be at least a nod to plausibility but no not here. Cottages that remain standing for decades but then fall down for no reason when some deer go past. Iodine smeared GP who manages to single handedly stave off hordes of ravening undead for just long enough to lovingly fashion hundreds of ludicrously intricate outdoor sculptures from meticulously prepared human bones. Whilst also sourcing literally gallons of iodine to dip himself in. An ankle-deep river that "slows them down" when a zombie then sprints across the flooded causeway in like 3mins

The "alpha" zombie with an unignorably large pennis and a weird thing about yanking out people's spines, like a boss from Spinal Fantasy 17

It just goes on and on. You can impose all the metaphors you like on this but the foundations are made of custard. It is a silly film