Zombie Strippers

A new gold standard for exploitation. Filled with references to current politics, sexual and national, and hidden gems of overt existentialism. All of which is really a ruse to show lots of titties. It’s brilliant. It could have been shorter; certain running jokes and subplots start to get a little tedious. It lacks an economy of schlock. Also, unfortunately, the movie doesn’t cling to one hero. There are multiple protagonists and it’s hard to know who to root for. Nevertheless, it’s an almost perfect example of a specific kind of… um… theatre-of-the-absurd? (There’s a character named, “Ian Essko.” Get it? I did. Sort of. Or did I?)