This berserk little B-movie is obviously the greatest zombie flick ever set in an experimental women's prison, easily the underground treat of the season, and totally off its rocker.
This berserk little B-movie is obviously the greatest zombie flick ever set in an experimental women's prison, easily the underground treat of the season, and totally off its rocker.
The conceptual underpinnings are sketchy to say the least, and with its quantity-over-quality approach to violence and nudity, S:DR wears out its welcome faster than you can say "group shower."
The conceptual underpinnings are sketchy to say the least, and with its quantity-over-quality approach to violence and nudity, S:DR wears out its welcome faster than you can say "group shower."
It's by no stretch of the imagination a good film, but it delivers what it promises: naked girls whaling on each other, flesh-ripping zombies and genre stalwart Todd growling and glowering satanically from beneath a mane of dreadlocks - the He-Who-Kills teeth are a nice touch.
