Get yourself a snappy title and a couple of marquee names (however disreputable) and you might just snag your no-budget movie a national release--as Zombie Strippers colorfully proves. The names in question belong to porn star Jenna Jameson and Freddie Krueger himself; Robert Englund; both of whom look quite comfortable in this sleazy milieu. As the title suggests (well; "suggests" might be a mild word); there has been an outbreak of the undead in a strip club; with strippers actually improving their onstage antics after they've become zombies. (Given the number of implants on display; it's a wonder the zombies didn't keel over from silicone poisoning.) Englund is the proprietor of the place; Jameson is a star dancer; and a couple of actresses in the "nice girl" roles don't have to take their tops off; although almost everybody else does. Writer-director Jay Lee fills the movie with political gags and a bunch of philosophy references (Jameson reads Nietzsche; the locale is Sartre; Nebraska); all of which play like a lame attempt to distinguish his movie as something other than a puerile horror-comedy. Only thing is; when you try to disguise the fact that you've made a puerile horror-comedy; it kind of takes the oomph out of both the horror and the comedy. The political jibes are about as feeble as those in Southland Tales; but at least Zombie Strippers is shorter. Shot on video; it looks atrocious; but perhaps that doesn't matter very much. --Robert Horton