Review of Zombie Strippers! (2008) by Gimly M — 09 Mar 2015

When you look at the front cover and read that name, there is absolutely no doubt in your mind what you're about to have unleashed upon you. I have no illusions about the fact that this is low-budget, poorly made, inconsequential crap, but that doesn't stop me from enjoying it all to Hell.

Robert Englund (above - Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon, Hatchet, 2001 Maniacs, The Nightmare on Elm Street Series, Python, Urban Legend, Wishmaster) is fantastic as a mysophobic strip-club owner. He'll be very interesting to see in the not to vastly differently sounding upcoming film Strippers VS Werewolves.

It's chock full with enough nudity and fake blood to make a Satyr model blush, though as a genera rule the girls aren't strictly speaking attractive, you take what you can get in the name of good B-Movie entertainment. The film isn't entirely without intellect, it has a moral issue or two, as well as making a political statement and above all being loosely based/inspired on Eugene Ionesco's play Rhinoceros, so far as Englund's character being named Ian Essko, as well as alluding to philosophers Satre and Camus.

Zombie Strippers, with a tweak or two, could easily have hit the new wave of Grindhouse Revival alongside Bitch Slap, Hobo with a Shotgun, Hell Ride, Death Proof, Planet Terror and Machete. Alas it was not to be, but the film is still old-school entertainment. A movie best seen intoxicated on some level, but perfectly acceptable to laugh at while sober.

There's great dialogue sequences, and at least some vague semblance of a back story. Hiring porn-stars instead of actors was a sort of a double-edged sword, but the crew have no intention of holding back in the barrage of tits and hilarity. It's fucking sick, in both the Wutcunt and regular interpretation of the word.

-Gimly.