Italian horror never did subtle, and Zombie Flesh Eaters is no exception — but that’s exactly why it works. Lucio Fulci takes Romero’s undead idea, ships it off to a Caribbean island, and swaps social commentary for maggots, machetes, and magnificent decay. It’s sweaty, sunlit horror that feels exotic, grimy, and gloriously gross.
The acting’s as ropey as ever for Italian horror — all stiff delivery and post-dubbed voices — but you can tell they threw real money at it. The gore, the makeup, and that wild underwater zombie-versus-shark scene all look incredible for what’s basically pulp cinema. Fulci might revel in trash, but he makes it look expensive.
The result’s pulpy, grisly, and weirdly beautiful. Every squelch, scream, and eyeball puncture lands with purpose. It’s nonsense, sure — but the kind of nonsense that gets under your skin and stays there.