Undead, a low-low budget zombie-sci-fi-splatter-comedy from Australia is the epitome of ambitious filmmaking gone horribly awry. This is a "kitchen-sink" film (that is, everything but) that outdoes Peter Jackson's equally absurd Bad Taste within the first 20 minutes. It's overflowing with outrageous effects, stilted acting, day-glo lighting, insidiously painful music and a needlessly complicated plot. While most low-budget horror flicks peter out in the last few reels, this film's co-directors, the Spierig brothers, push the film into zanier and zanier quarters until (at one striking moment) it eclipses it's own budgetary limitations and astounds. The moment, sadly, is singular and fleeting. What remains is a gloriously mad heap of celluloid inanity.
The small town of Beverly seems a peaceful place, but when a freak asteroid storm creates a rampaging army of flesh-munching zombies it's up to a motley assortment of flat characters to save the day. As is frequently the case in films like this it is the outsiders, the pariahs, who become the heroes. The heroes here are Rene (Felicity Mason), a depressed beauty queen, and Marion (the more than appropriately named Mungo McKay), a fisherman/gun shop owner with an alien abductee history. Rene and Marion navigate two cops and a pregnant couple towards the final arc of the rambling story when the film switches gears and becomes an outrageous sci-fi spectacle.
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