Zombie Hunter

Kyle's visiting, so the bad-movie times are rolling here at our place.  Last night's second--and worse--movie was this classic bit of low-budget zombie fare, a film whose box boasted the presence of Danny Trejo but whose actual footage suffered acutely from a severe lack of Trejo mojo.  I don't normally review our late-night flicks, but I'm writing this short piece as a public service to those of you who, like the two of us, will give pretty much anything a try if Trejo appears in it.  Unless you're a desperate Trejo completist, I have to suggest you give Zombie Hunter a wide pass. 

If you do decide to invest 93 minutes (and, oh, are they padded minutes) in this one, be prepared for such wonders as

• one of the oddest looking actors I've seen in quite some time
• zombies who started with a popular drug, a sad origin story
• more vomit scenes than any one movie should contain
• the worst skin on an actress in recent memory
• a semi-zombie wielding a chain saw on that same actress
• giant mega-zombies who appear for no particular reason
• more blood-on-the-lens effects than any movie in recent memory
• possibly the single worst sex scene ever filmed--and, no, there's no nudity

Seriously, despite that awesome list, I can't recommend this one.