Those excited by the words “Zombie Strippers” alone won’t be disappointed by Jay Lee’s unabashedly schlocky film, which he wrote, directed, shot and edited. (Need it actually be said that everyone else can safely sit this one out?)
Strewn with some surprisingly decent effects, this unevenly paced film delivers, if nothing else, on the promise of its title: lots of surgically enhanced nude dead women strutting their stuff.
Voice boxes intact — uncharacteristic for screen zombies — the bloodied pole-dancers become more desirable to the strip club’s clientele of drooling idiots, many of whom serve as postshow snacks. The undead’s popularity sparks jealousy among the still-living performers and intensified greed in the club’s sleazy boss (Robert Englund), who realizes there’s a killing to be made (in more ways than one, of course).