Zombie Strippers! (2008)

Experiments of the US government under George W. with the goal to create a super soldier by reanimating the dead go a little pear shaped. Nothing that an elite unit of marines can't handle, though. If you don't care too much about the small things like the infection and escape of one of the soldiers, that is. He soon stumbles into a local strip joint, bites the resident star stripper and is imprisoned by the shady owners of the club (one of them played by Robert Englund's hammy grimace). To George Romero's surprise (delight?) we learn that female zombies retain a lot of their mental capacities and make incredibly popular strippers. The promise of money piling up in their greedy little hands lets the owners ignore small problems like the mindless male zombies the diet of their stars leave behind. What's a cellar good for, anyway?
It is only a question of time until the coming of the big gut munching. But what will be the catastrophe's trigger? The rift between living and undead strippers or the marines searching for their escaped colleague?
To my surprise Zombie Strippers! turns out to be a far more entertaining movie than I expected. Don't get me wrong, I am not talking about one of these so-called "good" movies here, but about a heavily exploitative b-picture with slightly competent direction and mostly terrible acting.
Here's the thing, though - writer-director Jay Lee wallows in absurdity, reaching from tasteless jokes that are incredibly funny in their unfunniness to strippers sprouting badly delivered bits of French existentialist philosophy to a dead woman shooting pool balls out of her vagina. The whole film achieves - especially in the last third of its running time - that weird state some of the most interesting b-pictures live in, when no honest viewer can tell what part of it is meant as a joke and what part is meant seriously. And this viewer surely won't complain about the strange kind of bliss this gives him.