Saw this over the weekend. It’s excellent at being exactly the movie it intends to be, and exactly the movie you want when you watch a low budget horror comedy called Zombie Strippers. Plenty of zombies. Plenty of strippers. And plenty of zombie strippers. It’s ninety minutes long, and there’s lots of disgusting zombie effects and ass-kicking. Joe Bob says check it out.
It’s main flaw is that it isn’t any better than the kind of movie you want when you watch a low budget horror comedy called Zombie Strippers. The dialog is too self-consciously precious at times, especially toward the end of the movie. While I assume the absurdity of having people witter on like a freshman about the meaning of life when they’re about to be eaten by zombies or shot by commandos is deliberately funny, I prefer humorous absurdities that resemble something a person might actually say.
Also, the movie doesn’t really have an emotional center. There’s no compelling reason to care if any particular character lives or dies. There aren’t any unexpectedly haunting, scary, disturbing or touching moments.
So, overall, not bad, but not a breakout film.
…the movie doesn’t really have an emotional center. There’s no compelling reason to care if any particular character lives or dies.
A *major* problem for me with much fiction in general, not just the…you know, more zombified/stripperly work.
Agreed, although in this case I didn’t find it a fatal flaw, probably because there were also zombies.
In fact, I can think of a number of stories where I didn’t care about any of the people involved, where I would nevertheless have been a hundred times more entertained if they’d all been eaten by zombies.