And so dawns another zombie apocalypse. (Yes, I went there).

I love the zombie genre, with all its gore and shock value. I am happy to say that Warm Bodies offers a refreshing twist to the classic cult zombie film.

Although he is the usual meandering, groaning style of walking dead, our lead and delightfully self-aware narrator is R (Hoult). After eating the brains of the boyfriend of Julie (Palmer), apocalypse survivor, he develops an awkward attachment to her and a desire to protect her from others. Julie sees that R is different from the other zombies, and the two form a special relationship in their struggle for survival. As his crush on Julie develops, R becomes increasingly more human.

This film still has all the cool, rotten flesh and gore that you want from a zombie flick, but it is heightened by a sharp, dry sense of humour and adorable, squishy feelings.

The plot is loosely borrowed from “Romeo and Juliet”; forbidden love, teen romance, undead guy falling in love with girl. I know what you’re thinking. One could conjure up comparisons with teen undead romances, but thankfully there are no sparkly vampires here.

With a lighter than standard rating, of course, we will be leaning toward the Zom-Com rather than the Romero films, but Warm Bodies happily stands amongst its glorious contemporaries Shaun of the Dead and Zombieland.

It’s 1939 and US President Franklin Roosevelt (Bill Murray) and his wife are about to play host to the King and Queen of England, in the first-ever visit of a reigning English monarch to America. But international affairs soon take a back seat to the complexities of FDR’s domestic affairs -- including a relationship with his far removed cousin (Laura Linney) -- which all conspire to make the weekend an unforgettable one.