Fans of psychotronic gorefests will rejoice when the doors of the cargo plane swing back and the marauding horde of hideously mutated zombies, armed with hand tools, plunges into a deliciously target-rich tarmac of helpless soldiers brandishing useless automatic weapons. There's a scene that follows that takes place in a TV studio during the filming of a dance show featuring women in Spandex -- and you know something hideously horrible is going to happen to that Spandex when they won't let reporter Miller (Hugo Stiglitz) break in the broadcast to warn the population about the rampaging zombies. But those are the highlights. After a half hour of the chase, the plot grows wearisome as does the viewer's patience. While there is tension, the horror elements have become comical and the froth falls flat. The ending is a bit of a cop-out, but you have to see the desperate corner director Umberto Lenzi has painted himself into. The makeup effects are okay, the gratuitous nudity is hilarious (Mel Ferrer is a lucky guy), and the low-budget production details are not necessarily distracting for a genre movie.