Not having read Mike Carey's source novel, I enjoyed the luxury of settling down with my bag of Warner Bros promotional popcorn having no idea where this story was headed. And for the first third of the movie, this was a real bonus.

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains.” Miss Bennet has been a busy Lizzy. In recent years she's popped up in a British Bollywood setting (Bride and Prejudice) and in the present day (Lost in Austen), and solved a murder mystery (Death Comes to Pemberley). Her latest outing – as played by literary pin-up of the moment Lily James – is as a sword-wielding, pistol-toting scourge of the zombie hordes. Naturally, she’s very good at what she does.

We can’t seem to move these days without stumbling into the path of a zombie movie, making one wonder why walking dead with a penchant for fast food are suddenly so alluring.

When George A Romero effectively created the genre in the late Sixties and Seventies, zombies were a device for satire; today they seem to reflect a communal sense of societal breakdown. While comedies such as Warm Bodies and Zombieland make broad fun of post-apocalyptic decay, and the horror of World War Z is mitigated by its global scale, the zombie stories that truly strike home – such as The Walking Dead on television, and the new film Maggie – are those that posit the idea that killing loved ones might be the only way to survive.

It’s notable that the word zombie isn’t used in either The Walking Dead or Maggie; the word carries too many naff connotations these days. A key difference between series and film is that in the former the game really is up, with only pockets of humanity struggling to survive; in Maggie, society is hanging on by its fingertips, albeit in a state of martial law, whose modus operandi for keeping the warm-blooded in the ascendancy threatens to drain their humanity.

When we are confronted by a familiar zombie-in-the-woods confrontation, it’s without the customary fetish A global virus is turning people into (for the sake of this review) zombies. When someone is bitten, they’re hospitalised, then allowed to return to their lives for a few weeks more, before “the turn” approaches and they are collected by the authorities, for a fate that is equal parts execution and mercy. One such is Maggie (Abigail Breslin), a teenage girl bitten in the city, who is collected from quarantine by her father Wade (Arnold Schwarzenegger) and returns with him to his Midwest farm. Maggie’s stepmother (Joely Richardson) seems irritated by Maggie's presence and eager for the whole thing to be over; in contrast, as the days pass and Maggie’s condition deteriorates, Wade struggles with the idea of giving his daughter up.

Despite Schwarzenegger's presence, this is not an action movie in the slightest, but a sombre account of loss in the most horrific circumstances, with the bearded and haggard-looking Austrian stepping up to the plate to give a surprisingly affecting performance. Admittedly, the taciturn farmer is tailor-made for someone who lacks the chops for nuanced emoting; but actor and character dovetail to good effect as the practical and straightforward father struggles to deal with the unthinkable.

Having featured in Zombieland, Breslin now has a rare double-bill to her credit, having appeared in both comic and dramatic riffs on the zombie scenario. She quietly carries the heavier loads here, as Maggie comes to terms with her own fate while herself losing a close friend to the virus. The young actress also pulls off some of Maggie’s ickier physical moments with aplomb.

In his directing debut, Henry Hobson opts for restraint in depicting his dystopian horror. The initial sequence of Hank driving through a desolate, burning landscape is an effective shorthand for the bigger picture. Thereafter there are very few sensational scenes; and when we are confronted by a familiar zombie-in-the-woods confrontation, it’s without the customary fetish.  

Indeed, the growing sense of unease is achieved mostly through dialogue, as when Wade’s doctor and friend warns him: “She’s going to lose her appetite. And then she’ll get it back again.” The most chilling moment has us on tenterhooks as to whether a movement towards a sleeping man is about to result in a tender kiss, or a bite.

Hobson could have breathed a little more air into proceedings, his downbeat tone eventually becoming wearing. But what he’s achieved is a genre film that resonates with the coping mechanisms related to real-life disease, one’s own impending death or an eventual loss, while suggesting a life after Terminator for its star.

Overleaf: watch the trailer for Maggie

Zombies have feelings too. That's the message at the heart of writer-director Jeff Baena's debut Life After Beth, which begins its life as a sensitive indie comedy with a winning deadpan shtick and ends up salivating and snarling after developing an appetite for riotous, blood-splattered slapstick. Parks and Recreation's Aubrey Plaza bags the bizarro role of a lifetime and this quite brilliant comedienne attacks it like a man-eater tearing flesh from bones with only its teeth. She also quite literally does that.

Within moments of World War Z beginning Piers Morgan is onscreen. Zombies, schmombies - this is surely the face of true horror. Where that smug mug blossoms, the apocalypse cannot be far behind. Morgan pops up among intercut US news-streams and media that open the film. This collage hints at eco-disaster before we settle into the everyday Philadelphia home life of Gerry and Karin Lane (Brad Pitt and Mireille Enos, who was the lead in the US remake of The Killing) and their two daughters.

The most interesting thing about this movie is what it says about the changing relationship between film and television. It's becoming commonplace to hear actors, writers and directors claiming that TV is now the place to be for powerful drama with narrative scope and rounded characters.

Jean-Luc Godard once said, "All you need for a movie is a gun and a girl". Aside from upping the ante to include a formidable arsenal of the former, Ruben Fleischer's Gangster Squad hangs its fedora on that wisdom. It might however have aimed a little higher, as its glamour-and-guns story is trimmed to the point of frustration. There's action aplenty but with a story told in quips and shorthand, this is the gangster movie as entertainment pure and simple.

If you hate zombies and East End gangster movies, Cockneys vs Zombies will wreck those prejudices. Expect to have them turned topsy-turvy by this pocket-sized dynamo of horror comedy. Visually, it gets the simple things right straightaway. The blood looks real(ish). The London locations are cheerily drearily evocative. Then there's the unique opportunity of seeing Goldfinger Bond Girl and all-around heroine Honor Blackman fire a machine gun.

At the end of the first series, we left our bedraggled band of survivors in Atlanta, their expectations dashed that they might be able to find some glimmer of hope at the Center for Disease Control. Instead, all they'd discovered was a lone, slightly deranged scientist who had failed to find a cure for the zombie plague. Then the generators ran out of fuel, fail-safe devices kicked in and the CDC blew up.

Now that The Walking Dead has been nominated for a Writers Guild of America award for Best New Series, executive producer Frank Darabont and his team must be ruing the fact that series one comprised only six episodes. A 13-part second season will probably air next October, by when its halo of success may have dimmed significantly.