This is what Hollywood has come to: you’re Ving Rhames and you’re Sarah Polley; you’ve both been in some of the best independent and A-List studio movies of the past decade and more.

And here you are, signing up to star in a remake of something that doesn’t deserve to be remade: Dawn of the Dead?

Every year you think it can’t get worse; that Hollywood can’t become more pathetic in its pursuit of the safe buck, the guaranteed money-maker.

And every year they surprise you.

Time was, actors of Rhames’ and Polley’s caliber wouldn’t be caught dead in this kind of movie, considering what it could do to their careers.

Now they can’t afford not to be in this kind of swill.