ZOMBIE STRIPPERS
Source: http://www.fangoria.com/

Many years ago, when I was a wilder, full-of-vim-and-vigor young man and unrefined writer, I was given the job of reviewing a movie (which shall remain nameless) about a homicidal, monstrous turd. (I hope that description doesn’t give too much away.) After looking at the film’s title and reading up on its plot, I immediately knew that I had to gather up some friends, pick up some beer and spend a Friday night watching a serial-killing shit literally kick the crap out of people. Sorry for all the fecal references, but I’m penning this late at night and am rather pooped.
Anyway, the filmmakers sent me an angry e-mail response to the resulting negative review, chastising me for viewing the movie while under the influence of a few cold ones. Well, years later, I still stand by my opinion of that movie, and believe that imbibing a couple of brewskis is the only way you can watch that feculent flick. However, when I was asked by Fango if I wanted to review ZOMBIE STRIPPERS moments before stepping into the screening room, it brought back memories of my killer-crap review. You see, I had just had a couple of drinks during the pre-show cocktail hour with my pal Willie, and although I was far from inebriated, now that I’m an older, wiser and more respectable man, I contemplated the sagacity of accepting the job…
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