Well folks, we’re now past the forty weeks mark. Hands up who thought I’d never make it this far? Yep, me too.
It should’ve been in 3D
A ragtag group of misfits take shelter in a strip club when an unfinished cancer cure turns the residents of a small town into bloodthirsty zombies.
In 1997, there were two big volcano movies. In 1998, two giant asteroid movies, as well as two animated ant films. In 2008, Hollywood’s penchant for doubling up went indie, with a brace of low budget flicks about strippers and zombies. One of them was based on an absurdist play by Ionesco, starring Robert Englund and Jenna Jameson; the other was Zombies Zombies Zombies.
Known in parts of the world as Strippers vs Zombies, Jason Murphy’s directorial debut features amateurish acting, ropey gore effects and logic gaps you could drive a truck through. I have an affinity for bad movies that try to outgrow their limitations, and by some strange alchemy this manages to create the one thing that can counter its failings: charm. The enthusiasm of the cast and crew is oddly endearing and made me moderately enjoy the experience of watching this.
While I did enjoy it, I am still objective enough to realise that most of you won’t. I can’t in good conscience call Zombies Zombies Zombies a good film, although it does have some good moments including a self-referential fake-out opening starring Troma scream queen Tiffany Shepis. This is a flick best watched with an audience of like-minded degenerates and an ample supply of booze. If you’re going to watch it, let me know; I’ll bring the booze.