Redundant zombies film that never even bothers to try to cover new territory. The film suffers from lackluster filmmaking that plods along as if a zombie were actually doing the filming. The film follows the basic outline of Night of the Living Dead and only deviates slightly to show some nudity. The film was made in 1988 so surely Bill Hinzman (the first zombie seen in the original NOTLD) was not living in a cave and had surely seen the bar for the zombie genre has been raised a little. As much as Bruno Mattei's Hell of the Living Dead was a rip-off of Dawn of the Dead it still had a few nuggets of original thought. Flesheater wallows in its complete lack of originality. Watch for Bill Hinzman doing the groping every time nudity is involved. Marvel as bland, boring, and brain dead actors walk through their lines as if in a daze. Your jaw will drop at the dull, plodding action. This film is the true essence of the mediocre of the horror genre. Truly that makes it even more awful in some ways than Bianchi's Burial Ground (Peter Bark rules!) and a lesser contender than After Death by Claudio Fragrasso (kung-fu ninja zombies!). Little wonder this film has managed to stay under the radar for so long. Remember to watch for Hinzman's attempts to steal the limelight as the king zombie throughout the film. He'll just pop up whenever anything interesting is happening or involves a female and make sure the camera focuses on him. A zombie vanity movie, who would have thought?
Review of FleshEater
