Review of Zombie Flesh Eaters 2 (1988) by Anuar M — 23 May 2009

A while back I delved into the sequels to Lucio Fulci's Zombie, the Italian answer to Night of the Living Dead and a stand-alone classic in its own right. Zombi 3 (the confusingly numbered sequel to Fulci's tribute sequel) is a bad movie wonderland, and deserves a place in anyone's fun-bad movie collection.

The plot is pretty much grafted from better predecessors: on an island nation a government bacteria-warfare project gets stolen by a terrorist who is then infected. He runs to a hotel where the army finds him and seals off (i.

E. kills) everyone in the premise to avoid further spread. But they have the body burned, the ashes infect the birds. The birds then swoop down on an RV full of beauties on vacation who are flirting with jeep-full of Italian army hunks on vacation.

Pretty soon you've got your basic 'small group of people against the zombies' plot, with plenty of fun fight sequences, damsels and dudes in distress jumping into pools for no reason, and great looking zombies doing entertaining things like roosting in rafters to swing down and grab people.

The action saves the show from the acting, which is terrible--my favorite performance comes from the doctor who talks with his finger; every word is paused on and emphasized with this wagging finger to the point of total distraction.

Nowhere near the artistic horror level of Fulci's Zombie or the Beyond, Zombi 3 is B-action-zombie cheese on rye--or focaccia as the case may be!