This is one of the few zombie movies out there that has more saline implants than dead bodies … and there are a lot of dead bodies. When I have driven past those exotic dancing establishments, because I never went in (wink wink), and saw the signs LIVE NUDE GIRLS I always thought “Duh, would you have dead nude girls.”
Well, in Zombie Strippers that’s exactly what you get. Hot women that happen to be dead dancing around a hopefully heavily disinfected pole.
Let’s start with the plot, and I use that word loosely. An elite group of commandos are brought into a top secret research base to take care of a zombie problem. The U.S. government had created a virus that was meant to create a super soldier and reanimate dead flesh. The kicker is the virus only makes women into the ultimate solider or ultimate whatever profession they are in (Can you see where this little plot device is heading?) and makes the men into mindless flesh eating zombies – not unlike most men in strip clubs.
This elite commando force, made up of incredibly bad actors, go through this base shooting anything that moves and unleashing horrible one-liners until all the zombies are dead. In the turmoil, one the solider, the nerdy newbie, gets bit and runs away to (can you guess where) a strip club. Excuse me, exotic dancing establishment.
He shambles in just as the star performer is finishing up and he bites her. The owner, played by none other than God’s gift to the horror genre, Robert Englund, doesn’t want to deal with the lawsuit ,so he locks the soldier in the basement and Jenna dies only to come back as a super stripper.
There is something incredibly creepy, sexy and just plain wrong about watching zombie women dancing on a pole. Sure, there is plenty of boobies-a-jiggling, but they are undead boobies-a-jiggling. Ick!!!!
It’s obvious you are not going to watch this movie because of its Oscar caliber acting or Jurassic Park like special effects. You are going to watch this movie for undead boobies-a-jiggling, and you will not be disappointed.
Just make sure that after you get done with your tissues - from crying because of the intense plot – you disinfect your hands and feel bad about yourself for at least 15 minutes before putting in Zombies, Zombies, Zombies.
