Come on, this whole zombie/infected thing has just been done to death.
*rimshot*
I mean, where do they keep digging up these films?
*rimshot*
Besides, the whole zombie thing is just so year-in-the-past-after-which-they-ceased-to-be-relevant-and-fresh.
This particular terribly-everything one takes place in Cliche City. You know, it’s that one after Redundancy Ridge, if you follow Stupid Street until the very end and then take a dull right onto Pec Pike, and then just make sure not to miss that left onto Derivative Drive.
Here’s a little bit I just ripped off Python:
And so the great powers of the world and the people of Shanklin, Isle of Wight, made zombie flicks. They made them in Cairo, Bangkok, Cape Town, Buenos Aires, Harrow, Hammersmith, Stepney, Wandsworth and Enfield…but always they stunk.
Fav Bit: Female with a topknot worthy of the most ADORABLE kender.
Grade: F-