Zombie Strippers

Zombie Strippers (2008): First you have to ask yourself, is all the gratuitous nudity involved with this movie worth it to get to a few scenes of strippers quoting the philosopher Nietzsche and other existentialist tidbits of wisdom. “That which does not kill you makes you strong.” That statement can get kind of murky in a zombie movie depending on your philosophical outlook as to whether zombies are actually not dead or not. Was that a double negative? See how deeply into philosophy we have already fallen and the review isn’t half over. In addition a number of the characters are named after well known philosophers.

The answer to the initial question is a resounding yes, what we have here is a pretty funny movie, a sort of philosophical zombedy with relentless nudity. If you can get past some pretty lame satire about the former President G. W. Bush, you should get a number of chuckles as you watch this flick take a rather different slant on the traditional zombie movie plotline. It seems that the nasty government has developed a virus to increase the number of soldiers in the military but it makes men into drooling mindless zombies and only women have any mental faculties after zombification. Well, naturally one of the strippers gets bit and suddenly becomes the most popular performer at the club. All the other girls are jealous and the club owner (slimily played by Robert Englund of Elm Street fame) sees nude dead dancing girls as a way to cash into the big time. There is a minor side effect in that on occasion the dancer will eat a customer in the back room where thinks he is getting a private table dance. The patron then becomes a mindless drooling zombie that has to be locked up. I’m sure you can see where this will all lead to and it does. The big finale comes when the two best zombie dancers have a big undead cat fight on the stage while in various stages of decay. Since they don’t have many clothes on at this point, they must have used a massive amount of body make up to get that slightly decomposed look. Overall, this is a very funny movie with a hefty dose of satire. The movie is not rated but could probably be stripped down to a hard R for: relentless nudity, massive pole dancing, massive decomposer exposure, massive drooling, massive philosophical references, multiple exploding heads, well read strippers, for the setting in a town named Sartre, Nebraska, and for the massive amount of body make up used on the decomposing dancing strippers .