Two neo-Nazis try to contaminate the city of London with water polluted by the remains of a horse killed following a satanic ritual.
Those who drink that water become zombies.
Obscene amateur horror film, apparently the first work of Englishman Thomas J. Moose, later to direct films with eloquent titles (The Girl Who Shagged Me and SSI: Sex Squad Investigation).
Critic Davide Pulici, in the dossier of Nocturno No. 28 dedicated to zombie movies, claims that England has given us the best zombie comedy (Dawn of the demented dead) but also the worst with this film.
There is no certainty whether there is a worse film than this, but certainly to be saved in Zombie Toxin there is very little.
It is a cheesy attempt to make a Troma-style buddy movie with exploitative elements.
In the first part splatter reigns supreme with very homemade and trivial special effects: horrifying is the "creation" of the horse or the killing of a girl on a bicycle.
After the first half hour the film, already lacking in credibility, plunges into almost absolute nonsense and tedium reigns unbounded.
Absurd and delirious ending with Mary Poppins (!).
In each case we witness: zombies biting each other, coprophagia, vomiting, (fake) pissing, men dressed as women as ancient theater teaches us, eyes being ripped out, bottles flying by themselves, Nazis with Hitler mustaches, obese peasants defecating... Non solum sed etiam...
If in some ways such tidbits might seem amusing, sorry to confirm otherwise.
Quotes could be assumed to Redneck Zombies or to Horror on Bowery Street But with nefarious results.
The only sympathetic character is a bespectacled fool who in style Happy Tree Friends Seeks the most absurd death but with failure.
Horrible, but some lovers of pure dementia might find a morbid affection for the film.
Review by Zick
