Zombie Strippers

Dir: Jay Lee

2008

*

It probably comes as no surprise to anyone that Zombie Strippers isn't an award-winning masterpiece. It isn't even a very good horror film. It's not even an enjoyably trashy b-movie, it's just horrible. The acting is as bad as you'd expect, if not worse, the story is fairly basic (and rather stupid) and worst of all, it doesn't keep to the very strict rules of what constitutes as a Zombie and what a Zombie is capable of. Zombies can't talk, let alone pole-dance. I'm all for pushing the boundaries and expanding the possibilities of the genre but putting tits on the undead isn't clever, scary or sexy. Gore fans will enjoy some of the effects but they are mostly done with cheap-looking CGI, tits fans will be satisfied I suppose but personally I like my boobs without blood on them. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I don't understand the reasoning behind titillation and gore in horror films. Rules of the slasher state that if you partake in sex (and drugs and general wrong doing) at the beginning of the movie then you will be killed off by the end but this has become something of a necrophiliacs dream come true of recent years. Zombies are great, boobs are great but Zombies with boobs is not great. The idea has been explored before in other, actually much better terrible horror films. The best example of the idea done right is in From Dusk Till Dawn, whereby vampire strippers lure customers in with promise of sex before being drained of their blood. I'm all for a bit of fun but the pole dancing takes over almost half of the film. Zombie Strippers' only saving grace is the over the top performance from Robert Englund who, even at his worst, is nothing short of brilliant.