Zombie Hunter
Director: K. King
Writer: K. King, Kurt Knight
Cast: Martin Copping, Clare Niederpruem, Jade Regier, Terry Guthrie, Jason K. Wixom, Danny Trejo
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Plot:
When the zombie apocalypse happened, he (Martin Copping) lost everything, even his name. Now he’s just The Hunter moving with no clear goal, killing as many zombies and emptying as many tequila bottles as he possibly can. Then he happens upon a small cache of survivors headed by Father Jesus (Danny Trejo) and together they formulate a plan to get away.

Zombie Hunter looked pretty amazing, if you like B-Movies. Unfortunately it tries way too hard to be a cool cult hit. In the end it remains awkward and boring.

It is a black day indeed when you write about a movie that features Danny Trejo as a chainsaw-wielding priest fighting zombies and you can’t call it entertaining. I repeat: not even Trejo’s cameo can save this film. Particularly since it ends really abruptly and is barely there at all.

But that’s not the only thing the movie fails at. I didn’t expect it to have high quality CGI, but this was just bad. And not even bad enough to be ridiculous. I didn’t expect it to be not-sexist or even feminist, but what we’re served here is beyond everything. You have two women, nicely falling into the madonna and whore dichotomy. Madonna gets to kick ass, but only so men can get off on it, and whore gets to scream, also so men can get off on it. A little less sexism and objectification would have made the entire thing a little more palpable.

Combine the bad effects and the sexism with a plot that doesn’t make any sense whatsoever (again, I didn’t expect a plothole-free experience, but you can only have holes if there is an actual plot they can be in and this movie does without that kind of thing entirely) and an absolutely obnoxious voice-over that puts any noir movie to shame (and because one wasn’t enough, Hunter’s VO is joined by Alison’s [Clare Niederpruem]) and the movie just its all the wrong notes.

It could have been amazingly funny, but unfortunately K. King doesn’t manage to find the right balance between crackpot and sense. Instead he splatters everything with pink CGI blood.

Summarizing: tries so much, fails so hard.