The Horror!? 66: Revolt of the Zombies (1936)

Most of the time I try to give at least a small plot summary for the films I inflict upon myself, but Revolt of the Zombies has beaten me. The mere thought of thinking about it ever again makes me sick. How and why you (as director, producer etc) go from White Zombie to something like this is not just hard to explain, it shouldn't be possible.
Just try to imagine the most long-winded script, with the most mind-numbing love story you have ever seen mating with the worst special effects, the most disinterested actors, and the most static and lifeless camera work. One cannot describe this kind of monstrosity - watching it feels like it must be part of Jack Kirby's anti-life equation.
Can I die now, mummy?