"Redneck Zombies" bears all the marks of the classic "so bad it's good" low budget B movie. Those film fans who enjoy chilling with beers and buddies will likely find this effort from producer / director Pericles Lewnes and executive producer Edward Bishop to be well worth their time. Now, admittedly, it's pretty slow to start, and as often as it's funny, it's just tiresome. But it's worth sticking with because things really get interesting for the final third. Lewnes and company deliver what has to be the trippiest autopsy scene ever committed to celluloid before finally giving us plenty of action near the end. The gore is hilariously tacky and, yes, folks, there's a lot of it. The acting is aggressively lousy, with Anthony Burlington- Smith rating as the biggest offender as craven coward Bob. Lewnes takes every opportunity he gets to take his movie in surreal directions, and there's enough W.T.F. moments to make this a memorable bit of mayhem.
A wayward barrel of toxic waste is appropriated by a backwoods, backwards family and the contents find their way into the broods' batch of moonshine. After imbibing this putrid potion, the guys turn into...well, you can figure it out. At the mercy of the rampaging flesh eaters are an insipid bunch of back packers led by the moronic Wilbur (James H. Housely).
You gotta love a cast and crew that give themselves such colourful names as "Zoofeet" (this is the pseudonym for Lewnes himself, who plays femme redneck Billy Bob / Elly May) and "P. Floyd Piranha". And that's one of the endearing elements here, as it always is in movies of this kind, as this spirited bunch of "actors" and filmmakers have fun with their very silly material. You just can't beat independent horror cinema for this kind of go-for-it enthusiasm. Lisa M. DeHaven is a very feisty Final Girl who keeps putting up a fight. There are healthy nods to "The Texas Chain Saw Massacre", especially the amusing hitchhiker sequence. And as a bonus the music, including some priceless ditties such as "Squirrels from Hell", is pretty catchy.
All in all, this is agreeable schlock.
Seven out of 10.
A wayward barrel of toxic waste is appropriated by a backwoods, backwards family and the contents find their way into the broods' batch of moonshine. After imbibing this putrid potion, the guys turn into...well, you can figure it out. At the mercy of the rampaging flesh eaters are an insipid bunch of back packers led by the moronic Wilbur (James H. Housely).
You gotta love a cast and crew that give themselves such colourful names as "Zoofeet" (this is the pseudonym for Lewnes himself, who plays femme redneck Billy Bob / Elly May) and "P. Floyd Piranha". And that's one of the endearing elements here, as it always is in movies of this kind, as this spirited bunch of "actors" and filmmakers have fun with their very silly material. You just can't beat independent horror cinema for this kind of go-for-it enthusiasm. Lisa M. DeHaven is a very feisty Final Girl who keeps putting up a fight. There are healthy nods to "The Texas Chain Saw Massacre", especially the amusing hitchhiker sequence. And as a bonus the music, including some priceless ditties such as "Squirrels from Hell", is pretty catchy.
All in all, this is agreeable schlock.
Seven out of 10.