Redneck Zombies; The wonderful and exuberant epitome of low Z budget production and the will to create a very explicit film from the zombie genre to combine the rural attributes of hillbilly culture that executes both fields to a high level of capability and extreme hilarity and horror.
Examples to this Z movie subculture can be seen with cult classics as "Plan 9 from Outer Space" (1959), "Attack of the 60 Foot Centerfold" (1995), "Who Killed Captain Alex?" (2010) and "The Creeping Terror" (1964) to "Manos: The Hands of Fate" (1966) and the list goes on; it's a fantastic list of low-brow production, in all aspects, and a self-determination to want to, simply, create celluloid prosperity is commendable. Produced by Full Moon Pictures and distributed by Troma Entertainment (the Godfather of independent film production and distribution, founded in 1974, by Mr. Lloyd Kaufman and Mr. Michael Herz); and it is in this collaboration between film and distributor that we have this delightful backwater romp-in-the-wilderness caper.
Radioactive waste is ineptly handed over to the local redneck community and its content inadvertently added to the ingredients of the local brew of moonshine. Thus, in the proceedings, turns tippler into, even more so, brainless, ravenous zombies which perpetuates into a blood-soaked, flesh eating run-for-your-life bloodbath. This production is more than just horror, what we have here is a visceral debasing in the form of parody, stereotyping and satire of unsophisticated poor farmers' lifestyle and culture.
What oozes along its main artery is the fact that this is quite the rib tickler, where we see characters having fun performing this operation, what with it lampooning of its subject indeed, there are certain looking ad-libs, perhaps, going on here and this adds to the hilarity and fun. There are real individual character's here and they only add their own unique blend of appetite and individuality to the proceedings. It all adds up to a fine line-up of actors who bring good taste and flavour to the fore.
The technicolour yawn of the film's DNA, the films makeup and on-screen psychedelic special effects, are for what it is here; quite effective and exceptional. The team behind this psychedelic passage of transformation from the living to the undead and beyond, has expressed a palate for surprisingly imaginative surreal cinema, considering the films expense account. Don't be fooled by its ironic humour, this is a very serious contender for lovers of gore and flesh-ripping shock-horror. The effects are tremendously realistic and done to a degree of respect toward this genre; there is enough Kensington gore, guts and raw mince-munching to adequality fulfil any gluttonous, carnivorous appetite.
Zombie Rednecks has a voracious mean streak of humour and horror and considering its contents, this is certainly no recipe for disaster. It's a possible acquired taste as we tuck into its main course, but, those of a nervous disposition may wish to try another restaurant; vegan perhaps?
Examples to this Z movie subculture can be seen with cult classics as "Plan 9 from Outer Space" (1959), "Attack of the 60 Foot Centerfold" (1995), "Who Killed Captain Alex?" (2010) and "The Creeping Terror" (1964) to "Manos: The Hands of Fate" (1966) and the list goes on; it's a fantastic list of low-brow production, in all aspects, and a self-determination to want to, simply, create celluloid prosperity is commendable. Produced by Full Moon Pictures and distributed by Troma Entertainment (the Godfather of independent film production and distribution, founded in 1974, by Mr. Lloyd Kaufman and Mr. Michael Herz); and it is in this collaboration between film and distributor that we have this delightful backwater romp-in-the-wilderness caper.
Radioactive waste is ineptly handed over to the local redneck community and its content inadvertently added to the ingredients of the local brew of moonshine. Thus, in the proceedings, turns tippler into, even more so, brainless, ravenous zombies which perpetuates into a blood-soaked, flesh eating run-for-your-life bloodbath. This production is more than just horror, what we have here is a visceral debasing in the form of parody, stereotyping and satire of unsophisticated poor farmers' lifestyle and culture.
What oozes along its main artery is the fact that this is quite the rib tickler, where we see characters having fun performing this operation, what with it lampooning of its subject indeed, there are certain looking ad-libs, perhaps, going on here and this adds to the hilarity and fun. There are real individual character's here and they only add their own unique blend of appetite and individuality to the proceedings. It all adds up to a fine line-up of actors who bring good taste and flavour to the fore.
The technicolour yawn of the film's DNA, the films makeup and on-screen psychedelic special effects, are for what it is here; quite effective and exceptional. The team behind this psychedelic passage of transformation from the living to the undead and beyond, has expressed a palate for surprisingly imaginative surreal cinema, considering the films expense account. Don't be fooled by its ironic humour, this is a very serious contender for lovers of gore and flesh-ripping shock-horror. The effects are tremendously realistic and done to a degree of respect toward this genre; there is enough Kensington gore, guts and raw mince-munching to adequality fulfil any gluttonous, carnivorous appetite.
Zombie Rednecks has a voracious mean streak of humour and horror and considering its contents, this is certainly no recipe for disaster. It's a possible acquired taste as we tuck into its main course, but, those of a nervous disposition may wish to try another restaurant; vegan perhaps?