A squad of soldiers go AWOL and happen upon a remote island inhabited by two feuding clans with very different ideas of how to deal with the zombie holocaust.
I’d love to say that the latest in George Romero’s downward-spiralling Dead franchise has finally stopped the rot, but I’d be lying. Survival Of The Dead’s recipe of weak slapstick comedy and cartoon gore turns the once fearful zombies into something of a deeply un-intimidating joke and I wish that just once, a Hollywood casting director could actually cast an actual Irish actor instead of just assuming that an American drawling “Oi’m frum Oireland t’be sure” is good enough. The uninspiring small screen cast are very difficult to care about and I would describe the amateurish feel of the whole thing as “TV standard” if The Walking Dead hadn’t come along and proven how high “TV standard” has become over recent years. Instead of witty, insightful satire Romero has chosen to turn The Dead series into a cross between The Munsters and The Beverly Hill Billies and the addition of a half-baked message about nationalism at the very end just doesn’t cut it.
Easily the worst of the series and I’m sad to say that it’s about time he called it a day because it’s just getting a little embarrassing now.