Hard Rock Zombies 2004 Horror Movie Review

If ever there was a film that deserved a holy s**t!  award, this mind-blower would have to be it.  Should you, dear reader, see this?  Hell yeah!  But go into this movie with your eyes open.  People expecting Wes Craven or Sam Raimi will be sorely disappointed once the parade begins to go past of Midget Nazis, a mulleted hair band, a horny Hitler, a horny stammering redneck, a near sexy (and horny) Eva Braun, a werewolf lady, head twitchingly stupid redneck townies (wait until you see the thing they do with the giant faces), not one, but two 80s-era montages, and some kind of magic song that gets this whole snowball rolling.  The acting for the most part is heinous, but for the record, the Hitler character was interesting.  Where this movie loses its star is in the uber-crappy transfer and the equally frustrating sound—though as luck would have it, the lousy music comes across just fine. 


My favorite scenes:  the werewolf lady who pulls out two switchblade-looking knives to go after one of the band members.

and, death by weedeater—booyah!