A realistic examination of what would definitely happen when a group of strippers are forced to deal with a sudden zombie epidemic. It all occurs so fast that, naturally, the girls have no time to change out of their g-strings and little tops before they have to fend off flesh-eaters. Blood sprays, flesh rips, tits bounce. I’m tired of zombies, but I’m not tired of breasts so I’ll take this. The average shopping trip to Whole Foods is more expensive than the budget here, but everyone seems to be having a good time. It’s reliable camp from Charles Band’s long-running Full Moon company.