Things pulsate, ooze, splatter, and spray in this chicken zombie musical. Going to extraordinary lengths to offend in every possible way, this Troma film has a timely message about, well, something or other about fast food. Here's the plot: A boy loses his girl and tries to win her back by working at a fried chicken restaurant that been built on an indian burial ground, then the townspeople are turned into chicken zombies while everyone sings. More often than not, I said to myself, "Oh no, they're not really going to do that are they? That's ridiculously offensive and a little disgusting. Oh, they did. OK, then." The crew is visible in the reflection of a ludicrously large stretch limousine, but that's to be expected. Anyway, if you're a big fan of green toilet demon chicken puppets, then this is the film for you. Poultrygeist is what might happen if John Waters directed Dawn Of The Dead, you know, because of the chickens and the tackiness. Anyway, in spite of the musical numbers, I'm going to cautiously recommend Poultrygeist if you like stuff that sucks.
"Cautiously" is right. Troma at it's Troma-est.
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