During the early 70s, with the war raging in Vietnam, the United States army was experimenting with ways to reanimate the dead and create super soldiers. The experiments had to be shut down however when it was discovered that the un-dead were unable to control their hunger for human flesh.
Thirty years later and the project has be re-started in Grover City, but as you’d expect, the experiments go south and a full blown zombie outbreak sweeps through the local high school. Worry not however, as a group of high school seniors take it upon themselves to fight the un-dead and try to find a cure…
Right, so if you’re still reading you must be a die hard zombie fan or b-grade horror fan (or both). If this is the case, then it only gets better. Zombie Infusion not only reads like a stinking pile of five month old cheese, but it looks like it was filmed by a group of high school students intended for a YouTube only audience.
Essentially a survival horror, Zombie Transfusion comes away looking (video quality aside) much better than Sony’s recent continuation of the long dead Resident Evil franchise. From the moment the film starts you know it’s going to be crap, but because it doesn’t try and pretend to be anything else, it’s strangely alluring. There will be moments when you wonder why you’re still watching it, but you’ll stick with it because something else happens that keeps your attention.
The effects are essentially nothing more that buckets and buckets of bright red blood substitute. This is a gore soaked splatter film that doesn’t seem to mind overstating the fact that it’s oh so terribly fake.
You’ll find your self chuckling at some of the lines, or the way people meet their demise, and you’ll have to turn away from the screen occasionally as you wonder to yourself ‘they didn’t just do that did they?’
In essence it is total crap, but if you’re expecting it to be crap, you’ll have a blast. It will be a much needed break from the polished and over produced Hollywood saturation that you’re probably used to, but you have to remember where Peter Jackson got his start in life and where he is now.
Having said that, it’s probably more of a rental than a keeper.
Reviewed by: Jonathan Read