Which is what I would be if I’d actually paid money to see this stinker. Once again horror and comedy fail to mix in this tale of tainted-meat-spawned zombies besieging a father (Billy Zane) and daughter (probably nobody you’re ever going to hear from again). If watching a hick simultaneously assaulted by his arm-chewing zombie father and flying clods of monster-fied hamburger is your idea of a good time, write to the Chiller network (assuming you’re able to write, that is) and demand that they show it again as soon as possible. Otherwise something like Motel Hell would be a better choice, exploring the same meat phobias without being quite so stupid. See if desperate
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