|Zombie Women of Satan|
I can sum this film up in three words. Oh… My… God!
It is absolutely appalling. The story is ludicrous. The acting is shocking. The script is atrocious. The effects are pitiful. I could go on.
But somehow I was compelled to keep watching. I just couldn't stop. Okay that might be down to the company I had watching it - a fellow bad film addict with whom I could share the scorn and mickey taking. The film definitely works as an objection of derision.
The story - a second-rate (no, scratch that, more like thirty-eighth rate) comedy burlesque show travels to a remote farm to record an interview for an influential Internet magazine programme.
When they get there they discover that their interviewer is the leader of a cult where he brainwashes women to have sex with them. Oh, and his father is a mad scientist who conducts bizarre experiments on them and has just managed to turn the whole lot of them into lingerie-clad zombies. (Interestingly - matter of opinion - it seems the process of converting to full zombieness makes women tear off their bras.)
Cue the best part of an hour of zombie attacks and human counter-attacks, a seemingly unending parade of ways to destroy a zombie's brains, constant strong adult language - British style. And more bouncing mammaries than you could ever want (okay maybe you might feel that's a limit you are never going to reach).
Anyway you probably get the point. Art this isn't. Avoid unless you enjoy shouting at seriously bad movies. Title's pretty cool though.
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