Ultra-gory horror comedy squanders its intriguing premise of crime-stopping vigilante zombies with its uneven execution.
It's not hard to imagine this becoming a cult favorite.
About 30 minutes too long and somewhat clumsily executed, this zombie's-eye-view story still manages to evoke the comic and splattery spirit of the best '80s cult horror flicks.
This small sleeper delivers a surprising number of pleasingly putrid punch lines.
Its anti-war sentiments are trafficked in like a subterfuge that blows up with unexpected force.
By the middle of the second hour, you'll be wishing a zombie would just chomp off your head to end the pain.
It just sort of hangs around, trying to find its way, fun at times but mostly kind of lost.
Wylde has a scruffy wit not unlike a young Michael Keaton, and he and Anders make a winning pair as they tool around L.A., killing gangsters and guzzling booze and blood.
One of the funniest and most telling bromance comedies in the recent wave, one in which one-half of the dudely couple is a decomposing undead creature who's returned from the grave with yellowish eyeballs and a really bad smell.