Ah, another micro-indie splatstick zombie-comedy (zombedy?). This one doesn't fare so well, being a tale of a small-town informercial king who accidentally unleashes a mutant zombie strain in his "Shampube" genital-washing product. The result are silly undead who hump everything within sight and "expel" torrents of white goo (which, naturally, turns others into zombies).
Granted, some of the head-splattering gore effects are fine, but everything else here is just bad. It's a juvenile, "not-funny" comedy with a penchant for silly digital effects, bad acting, and a fratboy sense of humor. I lost interest rather quickly. (Brain Damage Films)
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