{overall rating}-* * * * *
{action}- Yes, thank you.
{humor}-Campy and funny.
{blood}- yeth yeth.
{gore}- This is 1985 bitches!
{nudity}- Didn’t I say 1985.
{acting}- Damn . . . I did say 1985.
{plot}- It’s a zombie movie. How many different plots are there? But seriously you’ll have to stretch yourself to accept this one.
{film quality}- Very very good for the era.
{entertainment factor}-
{Aprox. amount of time spent fast forwarding}-
Freddy gets a job at the local Uneeda Medical Supply. While getting trained his boss tells him that night of the living dead was true and that the containers that hold the zombies dead bodies are in the basement. He then shows him the containers. What could possibly go wrong? And if you’re wondering the phone number on the container goes to a 1800-porn line. So one of the containers leaks animating all the cadavers in the joint. Where’s a guy with a chainsaw for an arm when you need him. Enter the Sex Pistols, Rick James and Henry Rollins. So maybe this isn’t Sid , Nancy and crew but they are punx. While waiting for their friend Freddy to get off work they go play around in resurrection cemetery. Uneeda Medical Supply. Resurrection Cemetery. The eye chart says Burt is a slave driver. It feels as though they’re trying to tell us something. What makes a movie like this work is two fold. The movie has to be fun while not taking itself to seriously but create suspense and awe while it executes a plot of horror. This movie does so on both levels in epic proportion. This should crack anyone’s Top 5 zombie movies. The people who made this movie obviously have “BRAINS” and “MORE BRAINS!!”
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