The apocalypse has come — a new drug has transformed the vast majority of the planet’s population into zombies. At the wheel of his sports car, Hunter struggles to escape his past. While enjoying his favourite pastime — knocking back tequila and shooting the heads off zombies — he loses control of his vehicle. Coming to later on, he encounters a small group of survivors. Led by Father Jésus, the small band has managed to overcome numerous zombie attacks, but they sure could use some reinforcements. Bewitched by the lovely Allison, Hunter decides to join them on their quest for a mythic site where they can at last live in security. They soon discover, though, that the greatest menace is not the zombies but something far worse. Hunter will have to deploy every tool at his disposal if he is to get them where they’re going in one piece.
ZOMBIE HUNTER is a bounty of pure entertainment, 90 minutes’ worth. Never taking itself too seriously, it tells a tale told a thousand times, and worth telling again — that of the zombie apocalypse. If you’re looking for a subtle reimagining of the concept, look elsewhere. K. King isn’t out to upend the genre but to make it do what it does best, with outlandish characters, hot chicks, intense action and exploding heads aplenty. Martin Copping handles the lead role of the hero marvelously, but as one might expect, it’s Danny Trejo — as a priest hacking his way to heaven one axe blow at a time — who steals the show. Of course, a zombie film is nothing without a great SFX crew, and ZOMBIE HUNTER boasts the bloody good work of Chris Hanson (UNDERWORLD, HELLBOY), who spatters his years of experience all over the screen.
K. King hits hard with a simple yet highly effective work that has all the hallmarks of a great midnight movie. The ’80s soundtrack, the allure of the actresses and occasionally maladroit delivery of some actors make the whole thing all the more rewarding.
— Éric S. Boisvert