Right off the bat you know you’re in trouble when the movie starts with random shots of downtown under the credits, and then the first line is “what’s up my little nipple hair.” Blurgh! I’m not sure what is worse. That someone thought this was a good opening line, or that someone might talk like this in real life.
Hunter, who looks like a cross between Matthew Perry and Quentin Tarantino, is planning to propose to his girlfriend tonight. But Kimmi already has other plans which is pretty crappy since it’s his birthday. She says she’s going out with the girls, but she’s dressing as if it’s a date and a guy picks her up.
After his jerk friend organizes a keg party for him and invites a girl who wants to date him, Hunter feels better. Even though he’s still planning to propose so he can give Kimmi the life she deserves. Good god man, she ditched you on your birthday to go out with another guy. She isn’t wife material.
Meanwhile a woman with blood streaming down her face goes into the worst hospital in the world. She asks for help, but the nurses give her the eyeball and laugh as if to say yeah right. Too bad they didn’t take her seriously since she is infected and now she’s getting blood everywhere.
The virus gets loose in town, and Hunter and three others band together in an attempt to evacuate. Apparently blood in your face and mouth don’t matter in this zombie scenario. Also what sort of idiot walks up to someone in a zombie fight and puts their hand on their shoulder. How would they know it’s not a zombie grabbing them? They don’t so chaos and injury ensue.
I couldn’t even get through this one. The characters weren’t like able and while there are a lot of attempts at humor, they all fall flat. Also a big FU to whoever decided that ringing that doorbell over and over was a good idea. It’s freaking annoying.
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