Screen this one along with "Werewolves on Wheels" for a truly ludicrous double bill of mind numbing proportions.
A motorcycle gang, led by rich snot Nicky Henson, commit suicide and return as "The Living Dead" (which, "wittily", is also the name of their gang), thanks to the magical powers invoked by Sanders "Frog cult". The gang then spends the better part of the film's running time playing chicken with various and sundry motorists and pedestrians, a pastime that they plan on pursuing for all eternity (which proves that they were Brain-Dead before becoming Un-Dead).
The gang gets there comeuppance at the end when a frog cult ritual turns them to stone, a condition already afflicting unlucky viewers.
The film makes no sense. I thought, perhaps, I should look at it again to see if I missed something, but common sense prevailed.
A motorcycle gang, led by rich snot Nicky Henson, commit suicide and return as "The Living Dead" (which, "wittily", is also the name of their gang), thanks to the magical powers invoked by Sanders "Frog cult". The gang then spends the better part of the film's running time playing chicken with various and sundry motorists and pedestrians, a pastime that they plan on pursuing for all eternity (which proves that they were Brain-Dead before becoming Un-Dead).
The gang gets there comeuppance at the end when a frog cult ritual turns them to stone, a condition already afflicting unlucky viewers.
The film makes no sense. I thought, perhaps, I should look at it again to see if I missed something, but common sense prevailed.