As wonderful and skanky as the rubber-masked and latex encrusted zombies are, they pale into insignificance once you've met Michael! A man-child so weird and spooky that the term 'uncanny valley' just doesn't do him justice. He's at the bottom of an uncanny crevasse, deeper and darker than the Mariana Trench!
At the 30 minute mark, you're thinking "how the fuck can they keep up this pace for another hour?" but it just keeps on giving! Could this be the perfect Italian zombie film?
I'm left with a migraine-inducing amount of questions but...
1) What the fuck was a bear-trap doing in the garden?
2) Why is green paint so flammable?
"You're getting a raise from me all right, but it has nothing to do with money."
Nope-Tober: Random Shit for an Ill-disciplined Mind