Given that there's not really enough to Bruce LaBruce's LA Zombie to fuel a detailed review I present instead a series of loosely organized thoughts on the latest from Canada's reigning enfant terrible.
In short, if you like gay, undead penis then LeBruce has the film for you. He actually has two, having now gone into this territory twice, but we'll stick to the one at hand.
Porn star Francois Sagat stars as the titular zombie - a sometimes tusked, sometimes not, sometimes pasty, sometimes not beast that rises from the sea and proceeds to fuck a variety of dead people back to life. An open chest cavity, bullet wounds to back and head, if you have an orifice and are no longer among the living, he'll make use of it. And once he's done, presto! You're undead!
There's really no more to it than that, no attempt at narrative at all, each scene simply upping the ante from the one previous until you end up in a gay, BDSM, undead gangbang and though this is labeled the 'softcore' version of the film there's still plenty of skin and spraying black semen. Shot on a tiny budget with no real actors other than Sagat - who has parlayed his porn career into appearances in serious French arthouse fare recently - the film plays here largely as a sort of roadside crash tourism, leaning heavily on the "My god, I can't believe they did that" card. But outside the hardcore cult film scene this will have EXTREMELY limited appeal.
In short, if you like gay, undead penis then LeBruce has the film for you. He actually has two, having now gone into this territory twice, but we'll stick to the one at hand.
Porn star Francois Sagat stars as the titular zombie - a sometimes tusked, sometimes not, sometimes pasty, sometimes not beast that rises from the sea and proceeds to fuck a variety of dead people back to life. An open chest cavity, bullet wounds to back and head, if you have an orifice and are no longer among the living, he'll make use of it. And once he's done, presto! You're undead!
There's really no more to it than that, no attempt at narrative at all, each scene simply upping the ante from the one previous until you end up in a gay, BDSM, undead gangbang and though this is labeled the 'softcore' version of the film there's still plenty of skin and spraying black semen. Shot on a tiny budget with no real actors other than Sagat - who has parlayed his porn career into appearances in serious French arthouse fare recently - the film plays here largely as a sort of roadside crash tourism, leaning heavily on the "My god, I can't believe they did that" card. But outside the hardcore cult film scene this will have EXTREMELY limited appeal.