I can’t say I’m too familiar with the Cuban Horror film scene. I just kinda thought their day-to-day lives were just crappy enough they didn’t put up with that kinda crazy nonsense. Plus, where did they get the film? Well, I guess they had film there back in the 1950s, so, yeah, ok. They’re still a bunch of Socialist Commies though. Or so I’ve been told. Apparently their news here tells them the same thing about the U.S. Except, well, we’re not Socialists. Or Commies. Well, at least most of us.
Juan and his buddy just out fishin. Well, mainly just drinkin rum. Because, well, what else? They end up spearing a something. They shall not speak of it again. But things back in the city of Havana have taken an odd turn. Apparently a lot of “civil unrest” seems to be popping up, most likely a scheme from their America nemesis. Juan seems to have a bit of a shifty past, so he uses those skills to try and fight off these anti-socialists while trying to reconnect with his estranged daughter. It is quite a drama. With zombies. And boat oars. And a tranny that’s just deadly with the sling shot.
Obviously from the title it’s a play on Edgar Wright’s Shaun of the Dead, and starring an almost unintelligible Scotsman that has a Nick Frost kinda vibe to him. And it does a pretty good job of it keeping in that same kinda dark horror comedy vein with a couple of idgits just trying to figure out their next move and not really being the smartest about it. Who takes a guy who faints at the sight of blood with em to hunt zombies? Dude can kick some zombie ass, though. Or “dissidents” as they like to call them. Interesting political lens that it obviously has, but all in good bloody fun. Coulda been a little bit better without a few questionable plot points and an odd dance number, but there are a lot of good different humorous bits that play out.
