|Cast: Jules Delorme, Jason Winn Bareford, Sean K. Robb, Rob Etchevarrio, Raymond Carle, Angela Clarke, Nick Cyjetkovich, Jennifer Deschamps|
Director(s): Stacey Case
Genre: Not Selected / Unknown
Here is a case of someone who loves camp/zombies/mexican wrestling/b-movies and has the tools and connections to actually produce his own film, and most definitely should not have. Based out of Toronto, Stacey Case runs and operates Trash Palace, the PFL (women's pillow-fighting league), and is a collector of a vast array of rare, obscure 16mm films, Mexican wrestling masks, and all sorts of paraphernalia that would make Comic Book Guy blush. His intentions are sincere, and he knows how to wink at the camera and the audience in good fun. This movie is still a big yawn though. It's like Case used it as an excuse to show off his Mexican wrestling masks (there almost isn't a character that isn't wearing one at all times throughout the whole film), chew on some blood pellets, throw in some soft-core lesbian/boobies situations, have some meandering zombies with no back-story (some are 'good' harmless zombies, some just want flesh) with very minimal (and bad) make-up, and write abysmal dialogue that is uttered so blasť that you'd think you were watching a d-grade porn (or Sarah Lindsay - "Aaah, he's dead.").
Now granted, this IS low-budget, and I would say 99% of the people involved on screen are NOT actors, but it shows. With all the stuff mentioned above in the film, you'd think it would have some PLONTy value, but it's just...so...BORING.
On a side note: I WON this DVD at a raffle at last week's Trash Palace. If anyone wants to watch/keep it, it's all yours.
It DID have one funny but of dialogue:
"He wrestles zombies."
"That sounds dangerous!"
Not gonna add much more, but MItch, after this & Chimpfest, I'm picking the next few rentals.
EGAD! What was you-za thinking!??!
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