Film

Zombie Strippers!

Name: Zombie Strippers!
Genre: Comedy, Horror, Science Fiction
Released: 2008
Cast: Jenna Jameson, Robert Englund, Roxy Saint, John T. Woods, Penny Drake

A fever dream of a film that crashes zombie horror into sex work, nuclear anxiety, and pure absurdist provocation. Robert Englund presides over a Nebraska strip club as the undead take over. It's genuinely funny, genuinely unsettling, and genuinely committed to its own ridiculous premise. For people who want their horror to ask uncomfortable questions while making you laugh and squirm.

TMDb rating

2.4

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