Taurus Entertainment and everyone involved with this movie should be ashamed of themselves for dragging the name of Romero's movie through the mud for this "unofficial" sequel that has absolutely nothing to do with the original Day Of The Dead and is a completely blatant, and insulting, cash-in on the name.

Even taken as a stand-alone movie (which is how it should've been released in the first place) this still sucks... and hard. Starting off at a medical research facility in Pennsylvania, 1968 this gets off to a chaotic beginning and all we really get from all the lower-scale action sequences and people running about all willy-nilly is that there's a bunch of containers holding a deadly virus, that a whole lot of people have been turned into zombies because of said virus, that the military like to fire off toy guns with neato sound effects (c'mon, not even a muzzle flash to make it convincing?), and that one douche bag has decided to steal a vial and hide it in his thermos.

We flash forward to modern day where a group of patients at a nearby mental health ward find the thermos lying in a pile of brush while they're out cleaning up the woods. Soon enough they've brought their new find back to their living quarters and when curiosity gets the best of one of them the thermos gets pried open unleashing deadly spores from the vial inside.

Everyone who's come into contact with it soon start to suffer from peeling skin (an effect I'm sure was done by pasting white glue on the cast and letting it dry - I used to do that in grade school, so I guess I should've gotten a job in the movie industry!), a whole lot of puking of dark fluids, and general sickness. This being a hospital you'd think this would be of the highest concern, but really nobody seems to care a whole heck of a lot this is going on. They just go about their usual business, let these infected people wander amongst the rest of the hospital's population, and never once seem worried.

So after about an hour of a general lack of anything "horror" we soon learn that the virus has the ability to mutate it's victims and turn them into these "super monsters". Not to mention that anyone infected can not only hear each other's thoughts, but can feel each others pain. This all leads to a finale that's packed full of overdone mayhem, a really bad "instant pregnancy", and not a whole heck of a lot of sense. We never learn where this virus came from and we never really care, even if scripter/co-director Ana Clavell has to throw-in a mostly pointless outside character to come in and try to explain everything.

Apparently made for the rather large sum (for a low-budget movie anyway) of nine million - which I don't buy for a minute - this certainly doesn't look it as all the sets are boring, drab rooms and the effects (some of which actually aren't that bad) are kept to a minimum for the most part. The acting is pretty suspect (mostly poor), Clavell feels the need to add a completely pointless subplot involving the conflict between two female patients, and not for one minute was I entertained. My general "whatever" sense I had while watching this movie eventually became annoyance at how shitty the movie was, and how they had the nerve to use that title... (Chris Hartley, 8/22/05)

Directed By: Ana Clavell, James Dudelson.
Written By: Ana Clavell.

Starring: Laurie Maria Baranyay, Steve Colosi, John F. Henry III, Justin Ipock.