Now that I have let out an exasperated sigh, I will begin to explain just how dead the zombie genre is. We've seen loved ones become zombies time and time again. The scene thats cemented in Zombie film making 101 of having to kill your own family grows tiresome after awhile. I really don't care that Bobby Teenager had to kill his dog with an undisclosed weapon. Zombie films lack the motivation in creation and it's spreading like a disease. Zombies are officially dead to me.
The biggest annoyance is the non-stop bitch fest we are treated to. Do not view this product if you have an aversion to Bad special effects, horrible plot development, stale jokes attempting to poke and prod pop culture, uninspired zombies, and horrible actors playing horrible characters. With the exception of two, I find the cast of pimps, geeks, and whores to be tiring and a nuisance. The horror stripper film genre wasn't something to be dabbled in until From Dusk Till Dawn. This is the definitive anti-female empowerment film. After all, who wants to see "bitches" pretending to cat fight for 78 minutes?
As soon as the "zombie drug" gets smoked in rock form, horny middle-aged men begin getting infected but the incident at hand is a contained infection. It's just a boring crowd of no-talent zombie creations groaning in front of a sealed shed that's called a strip club. Zombies! Zombies! Zombies! is an attempt to successfully turn another zom-com out but this isn't anything new. The line "I've had it with these mother fucking zombies in my mother fucking strip club!" almost saves it, but nay. Zombies! Zombies! Zombies! blows as much as the next year 200? zombie film.