A couple of mad scientists are trying to find the secret of immortality, so abduct and kill folks, plant these chips in their necks, and bring them back to life as murderous zombies who are kept on ice when they aren't embarking on killing sprees. Young lass Ann Girard (a hopelessly awful performance by fetching brunette Lynne Kocol) decides to investigate things, but naturally only places herself in great jeopardy in the process.
Man, does this astonishing atrocity possess all the right wrong stuff to rate highly as a real four-star stinkeroonie: We've got seriously bungled (non)direction by Frank Roach, wonky sound complete with obvious dubbed-in-post dialogue, a rambling nonsensical story that unfolds at a plodding pace, tacky gore, crazy guys running around in cowls (one of these guys offs a cute hound dog at one point!), a cheesy synthesizer score, ragged editing, rough cinematography, a goofy nightmare sequence, loads of tedious talk, ineptly staged murder set pieces, dreadful acting by a lame no-name cast (Rene Harmon as the evil Dr. Lil Stanhope cops the top thespic dishonors thanks to her off-center line readings and thick borderline incomprehensible Teutonic accent), clumsy overuse of narration to fill in gaping plot holes, a band at a Halloween party performing an incredible ditty called "Jack Around the Shack," and even a surprise bummer nihilistic ending. A real schlocky hoot.
Man, does this astonishing atrocity possess all the right wrong stuff to rate highly as a real four-star stinkeroonie: We've got seriously bungled (non)direction by Frank Roach, wonky sound complete with obvious dubbed-in-post dialogue, a rambling nonsensical story that unfolds at a plodding pace, tacky gore, crazy guys running around in cowls (one of these guys offs a cute hound dog at one point!), a cheesy synthesizer score, ragged editing, rough cinematography, a goofy nightmare sequence, loads of tedious talk, ineptly staged murder set pieces, dreadful acting by a lame no-name cast (Rene Harmon as the evil Dr. Lil Stanhope cops the top thespic dishonors thanks to her off-center line readings and thick borderline incomprehensible Teutonic accent), clumsy overuse of narration to fill in gaping plot holes, a band at a Halloween party performing an incredible ditty called "Jack Around the Shack," and even a surprise bummer nihilistic ending. A real schlocky hoot.