1987 horror movie
Rating: 4/20 (Fred: 14/20; Josh: 12/20; Carrie: 20/20; Libby: dozed off)
Plot: That guy from Rock 'n' Roll Nightmare is resurrected as a zombie by a voodoo lady and gets revenge on the teenagers who ran over him with their car.
That's right, Jon Mikl Thor fans! The big guy's in this one. Well, at least the first fourth of it. Once he's hit by a car, he's replaced by another guy (Emmy Award winner Peewee Piemonte) playing the zombified version of himself--the titular nightmare, I suppose--presumably because the bulge in Thor's capri sweatpants was a little too distracting for the camera crew. His brief performance is, just like in that aforementioned movie, a work of art. And Adam "Fucking" West. What can you say? I'd be in favor of Adam West being in every single movie. Here, he's sporting a mustache and chomping on a cigar, the latter which I'm guessing was part of a contract. "Sure, I'll be in your fucking movie, but I'm going to need a supply of Walgreen's best cigars." Imagine that in an Adam West voice. West delivers and might be sober for some of his scenes in this movie, but this is really Dean Hagopian's time to shine as a medical examiner who serves no other purpose, it seems, but to make me giggle with every line he says in this faux-Columbo accent. The character's 100% extraneous; however, this is not the same movie without him popping into the scene to work his magic on this abysmal script. This one has all the elements you need for an enjoyable bad movie although the story's pedestrian and predictable. Great ending though!
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