Burial Ground

I swear, sometimes Zack Carlson's descriptions of Terror Tuesday films are better than the movies themselves. Here's what he has to say about Burial Ground:

"In the last ten years, we've grown sick of zombies. Even my grandma has seen every conceivable variety of scabby deathbag get shanked, gutted, fileted and fried. These days, you can't throw a rock in Hollywood without caving in a walking corpse's dome. But back in untamed '80s Europe, flesh-ripping was uncharted territory, and low/no-rent filmmakers could sharpen their auteurial teeth on half-scripted chronicles of blood-drenched reanimation. Welfare-caliber shambling cadavers found a particularly happy home in Italy, where directors like Lucio Fulci and Bruno Mattei tore the genre open stomach-first. Of their countless cheap productions and cheaper imitators, one film stands tall as the most brain-dead, plot-free, shock-driven maggotstorm in the Halls of Zombie Retardation, chock full of decapitations, dismemberments and incestuous oral mastectomies. Ladies and gentlemen...BURIAL GROUND!"