Iggy Pop's coffee-craving zombie is perhaps the only necessary bit of attention-grabbing casting in Jim Jarmusch's largely un-necessary addition to the genre, overpopulated as it is with underused stars and plot-lines.
Think George Romero remade by David Lynch. This is not that movie. Instead it's a rather lame, struggling-to-be-funny parody of what David Lynch would have done with the dusk of the dead.
Our own interest flatlined in direct proportion to the number of reanimated corpses on the street.