Absolute feces
I actually got into a philosophical discussion with the Blockbuster employee who rented this to me. I said, "I know, I know; there are a million 'good' movies I want to see, but then I find myself saying, 'Hey! A new zombie movie!'"
He responded, "It's the promise of the unknown. A movie you don't expect to like which happens to please is far more exciting than a well-known 'good' movie that is 'good' and nothing more."
True enough. Unfortunately, this movie inspires suicide. Or pouring boiling tar upon one's crotch. Don't get me wrong; I like Billy Zane, and I find his current treatment by Hollywood as evil-spirited--but deserved.
The truth is, I was ready for the crappiest of crappy zombie movies (and that's saying a lot). What I was not ready for, however, was Billy Zane being witty and/or ironic for 90 minutes.
In fact, the "director" (and I use the word loosely)--the "round" Greek teacher who gets an overly long 2.5 seconds in "My Big Fat Greek Wedding"--claims that this isn't a zombie film...which I suppose means it isn't anything at all.
The fact that this film holds a 4.9 rating at the time of this posting is an injustice against all nature. Meteors will probably begin falling before I'm even done typing.
Skip this and rent the zombie films YOU'VE HEARD OF BEFORE.