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Zombie Strippers (I can't believe I'm even typing the words) is proof that no matter how much you may like zombies or how sick you may feel (crashed out on the couch with your viewing standards automatically lowered) there are still some movies you'll just never make it through without retching....

I normally love Robert Englund and admit he seems to be having an almost charming kind of fun playing a slimey propietor of an illegally run nudie bar, but somehow...it didn't work for me and I found myself ditching it halfway through...

now whether because of the low-budget zombies, the stiltled dialogue or the unease I felt watching strange women (both living and dead) take their clothes off I couldn't say for sure. There was something (at least to me) very disturbing and gratuituous about the zombie women in this flick.

I can hardly get mad at the movie, though, or accuse it of false advertising. I was just hoping for a little more zombie and a lot less stripper.

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I couldn't have said it better than this review did;

Amazon.com

Get yourself a snappy title and a couple of marquee names (however disreputable) and you might just snag your no-budget movie a national release--as Zombie Strippers colorfully proves. The names in question belong to porn star Jenna Jameson and Freddie Krueger himself, Robert Englund, both of whom look quite comfortable in this sleazy milieu. As the title suggests (well, "suggests" might be a mild word), there has been an outbreak of the undead in a strip club, with strippers actually improving their onstage antics after they've become zombies. (Given the number of implants on display, it's a wonder the zombies didn't keel over from silicone poisoning.) Englund is the proprietor of the place, Jameson is a star dancer, and a couple of actresses in the "nice girl" roles don't have to take their tops off, although almost everybody else does. Writer-director Jay Lee fills the movie with political gags and a bunch of philosophy references (Jameson reads Nietzsche, the locale is Sartre, Nebraska), all of which play like a lame attempt to distinguish his movie as something other than a puerile horror-comedy. Only thing is, when you try to disguise the fact that you've made a puerile horror-comedy, it kind of takes the oomph out of both the horror and the comedy. The political jibes are about as feeble as those in Southland Tales, but at least Zombie Strippers is shorter. Shot on video, it looks atrocious, but perhaps that doesn't matter very much. --Robert Horton