This film is like it was written by a fourteen year old boy.
Three Boy Scouts on a nighttime camp play hooky – seems redundant seeing there are only three on the camp – to crash a ‘you just have to there’ party at a nightclub, only to find something has emptied the town of the living. Because… just because.
With zombies aplenty the lads indulge in a zombie lapdance before discovering another survivor, another busty stripper who avoided the whatever caused this. Because… look we’re overthinking this! BUSTY STRIPPER!
Actually we might be the only ones overthinking this. I checked out when the lads performed an impromptu Britney Spears rendition in the street, I was long gone when they paused for a selfie with zombies. Before the zombie dick. Before even, the zombie cats.
Perhaps this film was tainted before it got started, when I realised my film nemesisĀ David Koechner was the scout leader. The fact that he was attacked by a zombie deer was cold comfort, in just seeing him the damage is already done. (I just imdb’d him and despite 143 acting credits there is not one film better for having him in it.)
By the time the inevitable zombie slaughter arrives my eyes had already glazed over, I’ve seen too many of these films for this to be anything other than ‘another one’.
Final Rating – 6 / 10. A zom-com? Yep, Another One…