(Disclaimer: this review has been carefully screened for puerile smut by an appointed government censor. Any apparent double-entendres are purely a figment of the reader’s imagination).
When an experimental government re-animation virus gets accidentally released (snort!) into an illegal strip-club, there can be only one result – zombie strippers! And as the first zombified dancer begins to demonstrate a crowd-pulling (hoo!) lack of inhibition in her routines, it’s only a matter of time before the remaining girls begin to think about ‘crossing over’ themselves. Now, if only they could control their urges (fwoar!) to eat (giggle!) the patrons...
Hands up (ooer!) if you thought Zombie Strippers was bound (cor!) to be a juvenile piece (fnarr!) of boobs-out exploitation aimed at sad, sweaty blokes with porn addictions? Well, you’d be right. But it’s also a great deal of fun, simply because it revels in its own trashiness. The plot is ridiculous, the acting way over the top, and the jokes (it’s a comedy, after all) are of truly hospital-grade quality. And yet, it works. There is not the slightest hint that anyone involved in this production is taking things (chortle!) seriously, and this is what makes it so great to watch. It’s laugh-out-loud stupid. Additionally, the horror quotient is actually pretty high, with the sort of gory effects you’d expect from a big (oh, stop!) budget fright-flick. And, believe me, the titillation derived from watching nekkid women strut their stuff (narf!) on the screen wears off very quickly once the girls begin to, well, decompose (and if you don’t agree, then there is obviously something very wrong indeed with you, and you should seek professional help).
In a nut(choke!!)shell, this is an extremely enjoyable comedy, a pretty decent horror movie, and a great entry (!!!!) to the zombie flick subgenre. More like this one, please!
(This review originally posted to HorrorScope, 2009)
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