Great zombies. Freddy Krueger. UFC's Tito Ortiz. Christian virgin stripper. Baseball. Billiards. Golf. Hair net. Face dance. Karate GI. Klingon quote. Lame Che Guevara salutes.  "We don't need no stinking badgers". Horny guys blowing cash like Mexicans on the 15th of the month. OCD. G.I. Joe action figures. Goon squad. Silicon flood. Somersaulting stiffs. Head splatters. "Clams are mollusks, not crustaceans". Pepe the donkey. What's a donkey doing in a gentlemen's club? Wait, don't answer that, I don't want to know. All of that and a bag of Madelines in one strip joint. Geez, the one I go to every week after church doesn't even have a liquor license. What I would like to know is what was on that pole that made the strippers different from the other slow moving zombies.

In all, a very entertaining ride with plenty of action, gore, witty political chops and plenty of morphed lines to fill gaps in the script. But please, no "Zombie Chippendale Dancers" sequel thank you.

Johnny V.