
Video Picks for Perverts
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(2000)
If there's one thing Todd Shits (seriously, that's the name of the guy who makes these Zombie Bloodbath flicks: "Todd Shits") loves more than zombies it's fat chicks. Either that or fat chicks are all that's available to him, in which case I really need to find out where these movies are made so I know never to go there. This time around the zombies are from the future and they attack some high school kids who are stuck in detention, so it's kind of like Night of the Living Dead meets The Breakfast Club by way of The Terminator, assuming of course that all of those movies sucked an enormous amount of ass. And what the hell is that rumbling noise we hear every few seconds? It sounds like someone's bowling on the goddamned roof. Maybe it's supposed to be thunder. Or, and in my opinion this is way more likely, maybe they kept dropping the microphone down the stairs. As hard as it is to believe, this is actually worse than the previous Zombie Bloodbath; at least that one had a shot of Yellow Top Jersey Hair's crotch:
How in fuck's name they got permission to use "(I Just) Died in Your Arms Tonight" by the Cutting Crew in this hunk I'll never know. Or... maybe they didn't. Holy shit, if anyone from Virgin Records is reading this, it's about fifteen and a half minutes in. Please, please consider seizing and destroying every copy of this movie. You'd be doing the world a favor. |
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YOU don't have to PUT UP with the HIP.