“Excuse me mam, what do you think about the undead stalking the streets of New Orleans?” 
“What do you think about these titties stalking the streets of New Orleans?”

The very open where a girl shows her tits, gets thrown a severed hand, then stares at it and screams while the titles come up: fuckin perfection. It’s a high bar.

“Oooh it’ll be handy dander…. Salamander.”

It‘s a non-stop montage of zombie/alien/ninja/mardigras adjacent nonsense and fully unserious ADR overlays filmed with a pinhole camera and transferred with jumper cables. It looks literally cooked. Boiled, thrown to the ground, scraped into a container, refrigerated, and reheated a few days later.

“So bourgeois. So…. white.”

If you told me this was just assorted stock footage spliced together and overdubbed, I’d believe you. If you told me they released zombies into New Orleans, filmed it, then mind-wiped everyone, I’d believe you. If you told me this movie doesn’t exist and I dreamed it, I’d believe you.

“Got any beads?”
*tit gets ripped off*

This shit is insane. Early on a Koala puppet is slapping someone’s heavily powdered bare ass when the cameraman gets a call and sold the idea for this very movie. That’s what you’re in for. 

“Shall we tell Miramax to go fuck themselves?”

It’s not a movie. But it’s entertainment. You gotta respect it.

I was too sober for this.

“That’s a wrap”