Zombieland (Fleischer, 2009)
It’s all a last chance romance on parquet floors, swirling dresses made of green. A fool, you were lied to again, and now you crumble to the floor, the reflection of the spotlight off the chrome of the band is your halo, the death of a favor lingering at your feet. Watch her spin in the black dress that hung from her door for so long. You wondered why she had been saving it for this moment as you slip unseen behind the crowd.