A truly over looked movie! A lot of people see the B movie quality of this film and that's the end of their interest in it. Even those that like B movies don't seem to see this film for all it's really worth. It's an exploitation film. Designed to make you think not only about the potential of a zombie apocalypse, but also about the government in which we have put our faith. The marines in this film operate blindly, following orders and doing their jobs, as a good military faction would.
The strippers represent all kinds of strippers, from those that do it because they actually enjoy it and are good at it, to the strippers who are doing it for that surgery their grandparents needed. Even down to the stripper who is so cynical and pessimistic about life that they just see no other point but to admit it's all they're good for.
The amusing twist to this film is that the strippers who turn into zombies become better strippers for being zombies, and apparently the audience enjoys the show that much more.
A nice deviation of the standard zombie is that in this film the mutation of the disease bonds with the X Chromosome. When it can bond with BOTH (meaning women) they actually retain not just motor functions, but brain functions. They can still think and speak and react emotionally, though not physically as they no longer feel pain. When the disease bonds only with one X Chromosome motor functions continue, but all brain functions are lost.
Unlike many films this one actually does do a decent job of following up on loose ends. No questions are left at the end of this film. Every character accounted for, every body accounted for - everything explained. Which is nice because so many films (not just the zombie ones) leave too many questions unanswered.
Another fantastic thing about this film is Robert Englund. A god amongst men in my opinion. His legacy of horror films is astounding, but a review of him as a man for another time.
This film constantly makes fun of itself. Often referencing older films and other B movies in amusing ways. It also does a great job of stereotyping it's cast. The janitor being a Latino (his exact origins are never stated though heavily hinted at Mexico), the club boss being (Robert Englund) a sleazy guy interested in only making as much money as he possibly can despite the dead and dying around him, the stripper manager being a foreign who assimilates herself into the American culture, but gets most of it wrong having only learned from other strippers because she was once one herself. Stereotypes abound in this film, and it not only points them out but often goes out of the way to highlight the stereotype, just in case you may have missed it.
And unlike other zombie films, there is actually an evolution of the zombie. Considering that despite the brain continuing to be active, the flesh would continue to decompose, wounds would not heal, and so over time they strippers do look worse and worse. Which is a major compliment for the makeup artists, seeing as how too often zombies in films look the same the first and last time you see them, no decomposing whatsoever.
I realize this review is quite long for such a B film, but it really is a fantastic movie if you give it half a chance. It was litereally designed to be watched by a group with a pizza and few beers making fun of the movie - and the creators would have no problem with that!