Closer in tone to the cheap thrills of Strippers vs Werewolves than the superior laughs of Shaun of the Dead, this empty-headed derivative splatter spoof pits three overage boy scouts against an undead outbreak with results more suited to the sofa than the cinema seat. The gags are hoary (gropey male virgins, rotting female lap dancers, Re-Animator-style cunnilingus), the gore plentiful but unoriginal (Braindead did the tooled-up set piece better way back in the 90s), the scares nonexistent (The Evil Dead this ain’t). Putrefied audiences may get a few yucks from the crass schoolboy blend of tits and offal, but connoisseurs will opt for the much funnier Cockneys vs Zombies.
