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TROMA has shown in spades that it can make very entertaining low budget horror movies, but it has also proven to be a horrible judge at what should be distributed under their name. REDNECK ZOMBIES is another example of that phenomenon. I had heard this film was a guilty pleasure to some. Okay. I'll accept guilty pleasures. But to me, a guilty pleasure is one that you can mildly blush at. I'd fuckin' roll into a fetal position and die out of shame if I ever admitted I liked this movie. In other words, REDNECK ZOMBIES could only be a guilty pleasure for people who eat paint chips.
Oh a count down to the actual second! Just what we needed. The story begins at an institution for the viciously abused. It's right down the street from "Dander's Institution for the Cunningly Injured" and a block away from "Miller's Hospital for the Mildly Infected." As it goes, in this institution we see a survivor drooling on herself as she recalls some of the fake blood and vinyl skin ripping scenes that will take place later on.
Pericles Lewnes? Is that like the same thing as Crazy Perseus? Briefly, the story entails a very TROMAESQUE scenario: toxic chemicals are spilled, or misplaced and the repercussions are gory. In this case, a bunch of rednecks get a hold of the toxic sludge and make moonshine out of it. The moonshine, evidentially, melts you down to almost nothing and you wake up as a flesh-eating zombie. Of course, an unknowing group of nitwits have to show up to get eaten and then, well, you have THE END.
Spinal Tap's own Marty Debergie, ladies and gents.
Man, this is like the coolest dog EVER.
Fatso McLard stares down questioningly at a fifty-five gallon drum of Military-Grade Toxic Waste.
Zombies that is, Redneck Zombies. Us Youngmanridgers couldn't understand why this movie wasn't called HILLBILLY ZOMBIES instead. We always thought being a "redneck" was just one of the many symptoms of being a hillbilly, not the other way around.
A transvestite red neck? I think I could have gone my whole life without witnessing a thing like this. But as bad as this movie is, Backwoods, another movie about a transvestite, is so so so so so SO much worse. So.
Oh, that's not right! Who socked the elephant man in the nose?
"Redneck Zombies is my guilty pleasure, yall!"
Bein' a zombie has its sucky days, man.
Looks like a sitcom on the BBC.
Frosty the Zombie.
The transvestite pockets five dollars when he sells the zombifying moonshine. So, at the end of the day, it only costs 5 bucks to be a zombie. Pretty reasonable, really.
This character cracked me up. He laughed at everything and got drunk while other people were having their foreheads ripped off for scalp-jerky. I think this guy is what you'd call pessimistically challenged.
Everybody in this movie, except the fore-mentioned drunkard, has a long, crappy monologue, but this fellow (in plaid no less) actually had a funny bit. For some unexplained reason his friends ask him to do a zombie autopsy while he's under a state of severe mental distress. The organs he pulls out are all imagined as different things. He pulls out a liver and it's like this little rubber squeezy doll thing. You probably had to be there, but I don't recommend going.
A dude barfing. Always a sign of a truly bad piece of cinemar.
When this baby grows up, I hope it sues.
(and I know you aren't
reading this) I don't give a hooty for the moral issue. Fine, if you like this entrail-finger-painting and throbbing pods of pus, but is that what watching a movie is only about? You can have those scenes take place in a better movie, one that actually tries to have a story and mayhaps a character, or even two. In simple, TROMA, please start releasing more movies that are made by talented people, like those which started your legacy. And give Toxie my best regards, Giggles
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