There are two kinds of really, really bad zombie movies:
Those with NO Danny Trejo... And those with ¡SI, MUY! Danny Trejo.
Or as much Danny Trejo as the "producer/writer/director" could afford to hire, which seems to be roughly a half-day's worth in this case.
Too inadvertently cheesy to qualify as the worst ever in its sub-genre, this grind house wannabe also boasts: absolutely no acting or directorial values; an unedited, witlessly amateurish imitation Frank Miller tough guy script; lots of gore, black gore, maroon gore, fuchsia gore, lavender gore, green gore, ecru gore; a gratuitous chain-sawing wielding maniac clown; never-explained CGI mutant space monsters; a single set of all-purpose fake intestines which are repeatedly pulled from various dead extras; characters who keep forgetting they're in the zombie apocalypse; a running visual gag involving masturbation; a geezer who repeatedly declares "I'm getting too old for this sh*t"; and a second-lead actress whose IMDb biog notes that she used to model for Japanese girlie mags and now sells lingerie at strip clubs in Utah.
In sum: grade Z camp fare; awful, but minimally fun. Eh...sometimes you're in the mood for a really bad zombie movie. It may as well feature Danny Trejo.
Those with NO Danny Trejo... And those with ¡SI, MUY! Danny Trejo.
Or as much Danny Trejo as the "producer/writer/director" could afford to hire, which seems to be roughly a half-day's worth in this case.
Too inadvertently cheesy to qualify as the worst ever in its sub-genre, this grind house wannabe also boasts: absolutely no acting or directorial values; an unedited, witlessly amateurish imitation Frank Miller tough guy script; lots of gore, black gore, maroon gore, fuchsia gore, lavender gore, green gore, ecru gore; a gratuitous chain-sawing wielding maniac clown; never-explained CGI mutant space monsters; a single set of all-purpose fake intestines which are repeatedly pulled from various dead extras; characters who keep forgetting they're in the zombie apocalypse; a running visual gag involving masturbation; a geezer who repeatedly declares "I'm getting too old for this sh*t"; and a second-lead actress whose IMDb biog notes that she used to model for Japanese girlie mags and now sells lingerie at strip clubs in Utah.
In sum: grade Z camp fare; awful, but minimally fun. Eh...sometimes you're in the mood for a really bad zombie movie. It may as well feature Danny Trejo.