So much average

The film never slows down or bores, plunging from one harrowing sequence to the next.

The movie turns out to be a little better than the average. Starting from a romantic formula often seen in the cinema, it ends in the most predictable (and somewhat bland) way.

The film never slows down or bores, plunging from one harrowing sequence to the next.

A group of expecting young couples go to a low-rent mountaintop hotel to get discount abortions. However, a freak accident causes the fetuses to return to life as deadly zombies. Writer/director Eamon Hardiman throws decorum, restraint, and caution right to the wind with the incredibly offensive and appalling premise: Besides the expected cheerfully vulgar humor, broadly drawn characters, and a pleasing smattering of raunchy sex and tasty gratuitous female nudity provided for extra sleazy kicks, we are also treated to the sidesplitting repulsive sight of murderous mutant aborted babies happily butchering folks in assorted imaginatively revolting ways that include decapitation by umbilical cord, one guy choking on baby feces (don't ask), and another poor dude being bumped off while taking care of business on the toilet. Moreover, it's acted with hammy panache by a game cast: Brian Gunnoe as hearty redneck Burt Fleming, Ron Cobb as Burt's long-suffering partner Teddy, Missy Dawn as the stuck-up Jami Lynn, Ruby Larocca as mean and domineering bitch Veronica, Shawn C. Phillips as the bumbling Louis, Hardiman as the dim-witted Kevin, Kaylee Williams as the sweet Leah, and Dean Stark as obnoxious baseball player Jackson. The lousy (not so) special effects, dodgy green screen work, obvious hand puppet monsters, wonky sound, rough cinematography, and cheesy gore all add immensely to the picture's considerable endearingly gross and tacky charm. A suitably sick riot.