1988
Italy
Directed by Lucio Fulci (and Bruno Mattei)
Cast: Deran Serafian, Beatrice Ring,
Richard Raymond, Alex McBride.
HEY! WASN'T ME!!!!
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Meanwhile
three off duty soldiers
meet up with and save a camper van of (supposedly) attractive women who
have been attacked by zombified birds. Instead of heading to a
hospital
they decide that the local hotel is a better bet. Which hotel, you
guessed
it, the same one that just cleared out its zomboid flesh digesting
infestation.
From there on in the survivors have to deal with wave after wave of
zombies
as well as the army who are under orders to kill everything in the
contaminated
area. The few left living realise the predicament they are in but
vow to fight on.
OK, listen up folks this may get
confusing. This movie is
actually
Zombi 3, the sequel to Zombi 2 (clever of me I know), which is also
known
as Zombie
Flesh
Eaters (1979),
which was a sequel to Zombi (are you amazed by my brilliant acute mind
yet?), which is more commonly known as Dawn of the Dead. So you
could
say that this is Dawn of the Dead 3 (that is if you discount Day of the
Dead, and if you do please leave the room now!). Also don't get
this
confused with Zombie 3 (Dir. by Andrea Bianchi) aka Zombie Horror
aka
La Notti Del Terrore aka Night of Terror, which was an unofficial
follow
up to Fulci's Zombie
Flesh Eaters aka Zombi 2.
Got that? Anyway, just like Zombie
Flesh Eaters (1979) had fuck all
to do
with Dawn of the Dead, except that
it had shit loads of deadsters dancing the zombie mambo, Zombie
Flesh Eaters 2 has fuck all to do with its predecessor other than,
you got it, shit loads of deadsters dancing the zombie mambo.
The living are just as stupid, I mean there are a trio of soldiers on weekend leave, that if we had to rely on them to win a war, we would be in deep shit, the women spend more time screaming and letting the dead get up close and personal then making a run for it and then tripping up on air. But it's easy to take pot shots at this kind of thing, and these knuckleheads in particular. Especially in an Italian zombie movie. Also I'm not being entirely fair to this flick, as it doesn't just have the humdrum zomboid shuffle, no sirrreee. Some of these funky flesh eating fuckwits can talk, some can run and some can jump and leap like steroid stuffed ninja numpties. We are also served up the gigantically stupid sight of a decapitated head flying from a fridge to feast on flesh. Fuckin' out there!
The credits say that this slice of deliriously daft, but worryingly watch able, nonsense was delivered to us by the gore-meister general himself Lucio Fulci, but it's painfully obvious that he only had a hand in a few scenes. The man we have to thank for this (un)masterpiece is Bruno Mattei, the guy who treated us to another zombie film that falls under the banner of A Film I Should Hate But I Just Can't, the incredibly stupid Zombie Creeping Flesh. Anyway, this movie is as dumb as dog shit and a real chore to watch between the zombie chow downs. OK, that makes the reviewer here sound like an anorak wearing, gore score counting, galactically sized geekozoid, but why else do we watch these kinds of movies? I mean the plot blows hamster dick and the acting, well I think I'm quite a nice guy for calling it acting at all.
The music is your clichéd synthesiser shit sandwich, which compared with the score for Zombie Flesh Eaters (1979) could have been bettered by rat farts and the sounds of two cats fucking. Hell! The flick doesn't even conform to a set zombie mythology. This is just a hodge podge of zombie clichés slung together with a hope and a prayer. It entertains enough but you have to be real forgiving. By the way does anyone know if Deran Serafian is the same guy that directed the Charlie Sheen classic Terminal Velocity?
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