After watching this pathetic piece of dreck I threw it in the garbage, nobody should have to endure such drivel. I can only assume that the actors were handed the ass-wiping of a baboon and told to interpret them. The story basically follows a young mans decent into zombidom delivered in an uncomfortable mix of monologue and documentary style interviews. You get to listen to his sensitive soul-searching in between murders and corpse munching. Gore hounds don't get your hopes up the few scenes you might be interested in are far and few and the effects fairly abysmal. Near the end of the film the main character has rotted to the point of being unrecognizable yet his clothes remain remarkably tidy. You might expect all those oozing sores to have leaked through, I guess he must of been using his Arid Extra Dry. There is only fifteen to twenty minutes of material, a handful of scenes repeated ad-nauseum that build up to him, get this, pulling off his own penis while masturbating over photos of the girl he loves and had to leave behind. The actors probably have some talent but they had nothing to work with. The only redeeming quality was the decent camera work. Andrew Parkinson who wrote and directed this should be taken out into a field and pummeled for unleashing this monstrosity on and unsuspecting public.
Review of I Zombie: The Chronicles of Pain
