But even better was this brilliant review by some unknown soul:
"The chicken has declared jihad on us all!" As with all of the everything - plus - the - kitchen sink Troma yukfests, this is not for every taste. Of course, you have the obligatory Troma trademarks of lesbianism and breast jiggling, but this is for that discerning viewer who truly enjoys projectile vomiting, phallo -and anal-centric invasions and diarrhea explosions. (Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe Lloyd's use of a zombie-finger as a buttplug is the first in zombie movie history.) I'm going out on a limb here, but this just may be the best horror sexploitation - zombie - chicken gross - out nihilistic musical extravaganza ever made. And I'm not just saying that because I know him personally and he might be reading this. Really. I'm not."
It had me in stitches. I just had to share.