Review – King of the Zombies

Voodoo. Zombies. Nazi spies. Rampant racism. What more could a person possibly want? Ostensibly the stars of this picture are a couple of two-fisted, All-American types whose plane is forced to crash-land on a strange island in the Caribbean. But the real stars of the show are Henry Victor and Mantan Moreland. Victor plays the sinister owner of the island, his accent a 1941 dead give-away for his true allegiances. His European smarm stands in sharp contrast to Moreland, the “sho’ nuf, boss” manservant of one of the protagonists. Every time a zombie or haint as much as gets mentioned, this guy’s eyes bug out so hard that they look ready to pop straight out of his head and roll around on the floor. This production is a stark example of the talent actors like Moreland possessed and thus how squandered they were in menial roles in low budget movies. Beyond that this is a dirt cheap horror flick made interesting only by the early-World-War-Two plot elements. See if desperate