Six months after the rage virus was inflicted on the population of Great Britain, the US Army helps to secure a small area of London for the survivors to repopulate and start again. But not everything goes to plan.
A terrifying story of a young girl who wakes up in a casket with a traumatic head injury and no memory of her identity. She quickly realizes she was abducted by a Deranged Serial Murderer ... See full summary »
1940: the entire population of Friar, New Hampshire walked up a winding mountain trail, leaving everything behind. 2008: the first official expedition into the wilderness attempts to solve the mystery of the lost citizens of Friar.
A loan officer who evicts an old woman from her home finds herself the recipient of a supernatural curse. Desperate, she turns to a seer to try and save her soul, while evil forces work to push her to a breaking point.
Billions are dead and the few that are left start to realize they are not alone. Initially when the dead begin to rise, they are not very threatening. However, in a short period of time, the lurching bodies begin to get their most basic senses back and this makes them much more dangerous. When the dead become attracted to light and sound, the survivors have no option but to live in silent darkness. Written by
If you place any value on two hours of your time, RUN... DO NOT WALK TO THE NEAREST EXIT!
If there is any justice in this world, this title will never disgrace the filmography of the late David Carradine.
I don't know what massive gambling debt or sexual blackmail was used to get this film made, but nothing short of the pain of death would force me to sit through this sh!t again!
This film has all the quality of an Elementary School A/V Club Production... except that any prepubescent child capable of maintaining a C grade average would have destroyed every print of this garbage for fear of never working in film again!
Watching this movie is as painful as a colonoscopy without lube while a bull-dyke squeezes your balls, and a fat, pustule-laden toothless meth-whore drags her skanky toe-jam greasy-cheese stuffed toe-nails across a slate chalk-board, while Paris Hilton sings a Celine Dion cover track of an Inuit throat-singer with laryngitis while Britney sings backup and Bruce Willis plays mouth harp.
If you are morbidly curious about David Carradine's last moments on film, you'll have to fast-forward through the first half of this tripe before he briefly appears and chews a few minutes of screen-time before his demise. Skip it!
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