Young martial artist Jack Chase (a likeable performance by John Benton Hill) gets killed by evil cultist Spithrachne (robustly overplayed with lip-smacking wicked relish by Terry Dunn). Jacks gets brought back to life as a lethal ninja zombie by voodoo master Brother Banjo (a nicely laid-back portrayal by Michael Weaver).
Writer/director Mark Bessenger really delivers the delightfully kitschy goods with the gloriously ludicrous premise: We've got some hysterical profane dialogue, excessive blood-spurting gore and violence, gut-busting inept chopsocky fights, an amiable tongue-in-cheek tone, enthusiastic acting from a game no-name cast, hilarious training scenes, a pair of bare breasts for trashy good measure, and even an uproariously ridiculous happy ending. A total campy hoot and a half.
Writer/director Mark Bessenger really delivers the delightfully kitschy goods with the gloriously ludicrous premise: We've got some hysterical profane dialogue, excessive blood-spurting gore and violence, gut-busting inept chopsocky fights, an amiable tongue-in-cheek tone, enthusiastic acting from a game no-name cast, hilarious training scenes, a pair of bare breasts for trashy good measure, and even an uproariously ridiculous happy ending. A total campy hoot and a half.