Zombies From Ireland – at Ulcheldre Centre, Holyhead
(review by neil crud)
Before going to see a film made on a budget of (theatrical) blood, sweat, real tears and no money at all; you need a few preconceptions… This is not a Hollywood Blockbuster, this is not even an S4C late night filler… The acting is going to be wooden at best, the camera shots are going to be shaky, the lighting is going to be from 100watt bulbs and torches, the storyline is going to be hard to fathom and follow and the sound is mainly going to be from the built-in mic on the camera.
If you can get over these obstacles, then sit back and relax, you’re gonna love this film.
‘Have camera – will make film…’
This is probably Ryan Kift’s motto along with, ‘Have girlfriend willing and able to cinema porn it.’
And both he and Sian Davies, and a whole host of local bods, heads, names and z-list celebs made this delightful B-Movie.
It’s evident they learnt as they went along in making this movie as it got better the longer it went on and I guess about half way through it all fell into place as far as I was concerned… I got it… It clicked.. I laughed out loud… I enjoyed it… I loved it…
You know the story… It’s a typical zombie spoof, 28 Days Later, I Am Legend type tale. This time it’s the Irish who are to blame. They are secretly experimenting a new vaccine to combat swine flu (or bird flu) but the unfortunate side effect is it turns those vaccinated into zombies. Some of them, while being drugged and shipped to London get boat wrecked on the Anglesey coast and eat their way across the island, culminating with an invasion of the mainland via Menai Bridge (ace!)
Plenty of blood, guts and gore, lots of heavy guitars on the soundtrack, more than enough cleavage and arse shots for the lads and a sackful of spoof laughs. Look out for the Holyhead Police – a brilliant double act, Bebe Steision (Welsh Babe Station), Anglesey Wrestling, Island Sky News, Welsh Shakespeare (Alas, Poor Iorwerth!), and more zombies than you can shake a severed arm at.
Applause rang out from the cinema seats as the credits ran up; they were genuine credits as those who had worked on this film for two years deserve credit, and it was genuine applause…
(website)
