Zombie Holocaust
(1980)
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Zombie Holocaust
(1980)
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Ian McCulloch | ... |
Dr. Peter Chandler
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Alexandra Delli Colli | ... |
Lori Ridgeway
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Sherry Buchanan | ... |
Susan Kelly
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Peter O'Neal | ... |
George Happer
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Donald O'Brien | ... |
Dr. Obrero /
Dr. Butcher (US version)
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Dakar | ... |
Molotto
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Walter Patriarca | ... |
Dr. Drydock
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Linda Fumis | ... |
Med Student #1
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Roberto Resta |
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Franco Ukmar | ... |
Zombie #1
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Giovanni Ukmar | ... |
Driver
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Angelo Ragusa | ... |
Zombie #3
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The members of an expedition in search for the last faithful of Kito, the cannibal god, land on a small island in the Moluccas (East Indies) and are soon hunted by cannibals and zombies, these being created by a sinister Doctor O'Brien who is experimenting with corpses. Suzan, a sexy lady in the expedition team, eventually takes a hold on things, as she is accepted as queen of the cannibals, and direct them against the mad scientist and his army of zombies. Written by Artemis-9
Ah, the 70s! Buried in the avalanche of Italian gut-munchers that permeated the grindhouses of 42 Street is "Zombie Holocaust" aka "Dr. Butcher M.D. (Medical Deviant, according to the poster). Inept yet hilarious, completely devoid of logic, and featuring some very perky nipples, this laugh-riot couldn't even register with the crowds of gorehounds and junkies it originally played to.
This movie can't decide what it wants to do, so it does a little of everything. Exterior shots of a very grimy New York City establishing a cannibal cult that's working the local hospitals, some doctor types who postulate nothing, and a blonde anthropologist/doctor who collects sacrificial knives. Plot threads are dropped like hot potatoes while everyone stands around in very ugly 70s-decorated rooms while jabbering at each other. Naturally, the action is suddenly switched to an unknown island which has a mad doctor, cannibal natives with very hairy armpits, and some laughable zombies that show up and wave their arms around. One gets it's face torn off by an outboard motor propeller someone uses as a weapon. Our intrepid band of jabbering heads gets killed off in various unpleasant ways, covered in ketchup. Our blonde gets some groovy body painting and displays said perky nipples in a ritual of some sort which is never explained and suddenly forgotten. Mad doctor uses a very not-plugged-in cranial saw with a cardboard blade to cut a Dynel wig off a girl reporter while muttering about his important research. And so on.
Two people escape, but you won't care. You will be too busy attempting to figure out how the blonde got off the giant sacrificial altar and found a diaphanous tunic to slither into, while the cannibals bum-rush the mad doctor to pull him apart. Zombies burn up. You won't care. End credits. This pile of steaming something gives grindhouse a bad name, which is saying something. Ah, the 70s!