What is bad is bad. But at least you know what to expect. And what have you got to loose anyway? writes Devang Ghia about Zombie Strippers

This weekend I saw a movie called Zombie Strippers; by choice. It has such a catchy title. Second only to Snakes on a Plane in recent times.

In fact the title says it all. It’s a movie set in a strip club where an infected zombie manages to sneak in and convert the strippers into zombies. They continue to strip anyway, much to the delight of their patrons who cheer and jeer as they pole dance and shake their booty in a trance-like state. After they are done with that they choose on an unsuspecting client and take him into a back room for what he thinks is going to be a lap dance. Ha! Suckers! Little does he know that that he is going to serve as fresh meat for the undead. And if you have seen enough George Romero films, you will surely realize how infectious zombie-ism is. What fun!!!

All right, all right, whom am I kidding? This is one of those brain-dead Z-grade movies that has no qualms about being called one. Even if it does release in India, it is most likely to be dubbed into Hindi and bear an even more interesting title such as Khooni Haseenayen or Tawaaifon Ki Raat or some such. It’s a bad a movie as they come and yet it was strangely therapeutic. There are no pretensions, no expectations and no two opinions. What is bad is bad. But at least you know what to expect. And what have you got to loose anyway?

As far as campy movies come, Zombie Strippers is actually better than most from its genre. It manages to slip in a few genuinely funny moments amidst quite a few unintentional ones. For the extreme gore-seekers, it is a film of plenty. I can already imagine see Quentin Tarantino seeking inspiration for the sequel to Kill Bill. It seems that this is a trend in Hollywood these days. With the audience developing stomachs of steel and the censor board becoming more permissive, filmmakers are trying to outdo each other in coming up with means and ways of dismembering human bodies. As far as I know, the last Rambo was the final word on this. But this film is a worthy entry too. Jaws ripped apart, the skull removed like a lid on a bottle and skin peeled off. Impressive. Bobbiting suddenly seems so commonplace.

Jenna Jameson, the queen of B-movies, is the only familiar face (and some more) in the crowd. Unless you know who Robert Englund is. She works a mean pole; comments on acting performances are absolutely uncalled for. Ditto for direction.

I saw this movie, determined that I am going to like it. I knew what I was getting into and reveled in it till it was on. No remorse. There is a legion of movie lovers out there who will watch anything on the celluloid. Each film for them is a novel experience. If you believe you fall into this category, go for it, you wont be disappointed.

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