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Zombie Lake (1981)

Dir: Jean Rollin
Scripted by the infamous Jess Franco (who was originally set to direct) this
is one of the most reviled Zombie films ever made.
But is it that bad?
.
Well, we start as we mean to go on dear reader. Nudity. Lots of tight, firm,
flawless, Euro nudity.
A young lady takes a walk outside, strips, lounges around and then takes a dip
in the local sun-dappled lake (which is replaced by an obvious swimming pool
with strategically placed water weed here and there for the underwater shots
which
of course capture as much open legged naked detail as possible).
All is well with the World.
But what is this!? A green faced, underwater, Nazi zombie with murder on it's
rotted mind that's what!
And before you can scream "refund", our nubile nymph has been dragged
to her watery death.
When the town Mayor (Euro Trash veteran Howard Vernon) is notified of the missing
girl he frowns a bit and says he will look into the matter.
A female Reporter named Katya (Gilda Arancio) arrives in the town wanting to
do a story on the local 'Lake of the Damned' and so Mayor tells her the history
of the lake.
During WWII German soldiers were billeted in the village and one of them fell
in love with a local woman.
After a spot of fraternisation of the naked kind the woman became pregnant.
But the war catches up with them and Partisans wipe out the Germans and then
toss the bodies into the lake.
But little do they know that the lake used to be used for ancient Satanic sacrifices
of children (are we still following this?!) and thus the 'evil' waters go to
work and that is why the soldiers are now terrorising the village.
Add to all that the fact that the child of the local woman and the German soldier
is now a little girl and her Undead Daddy is looking for her
.

"Zombies" I hear you cry! "Good old Zombies"! Lots of rotting
corpse fun and gore galore yes?
Well no actually, and herein lies the big problem.
The Zombies are absolutely the worst looking excuses for the Undead you will
ever see.
Smeared with bright green make-up, which normally stops at the neck and is s
obviously rubbing off anyway, with the odd facial 'wound' here and there (which
more often than not look like they about to fall off), they are truly pitiful
creations.
We do have a unique Zombie movie moment though where one Undead fights another,
but it's sadly a wasted idea due to the fight being so damn slow and dull.
Well we still have the gore right? Oh dear, not really.
All the Zombies do is grab their victims and proceed to nuzzle at their necks,
dribbling blood from their mouths. We have no actual wounds and the Zombies
spend much of their time pausing to grimace at the camera.
Although the 'aftermath' corpses do sport a few bite marks the close-ups ruin
the effect where obvious pulsing of the neck can be seen.

This could have been a real Trash gem if the Zombie make-up and acting, prepare
for some of the silliest 'zombie walking' ever, and the attack scenes had not
been so lifeless (ha ha).
We needed well-staged and gory flesh ripping by genuinely nasty, bloated, rotted
corpses. Sadly not.
Only the welcome and oh so gratuitous nudity keeps the interest on any level
other than a simple 'car wreck' fascination for just how bad it is.
And what fine nudity it is.
The highlight of which is when a vanload of female volleyball players arrive
at the lake and decide to have a, essential to the plot, naked frolic in the
water.
As our lovelies splash around with gay abandon Rollin's camera, closely followed
by our silly looking Zombies, clinically zooms up between their legs.
As mentioned, the 'swimmimg pool' sequences really stand out for what they are,
and at one point we can clearly see a dark, creased sheet covering the actual
back wall of the pool and an uncovered (reflecting) wall to the right of the
picture.
This stuff may not be quite as bad as the cardboard crocodile attacks in a swimming
pool seen in "Brutes and Savages"
But
it's close!

It seems the entire meagre budget went on the WWII flashbacks, with their uniforms, explosions and various army vehicles. Sadly though the action is so hideously and crudely staged all attempts to add a bit of gloss and sophistication to the proceedings fails utterly.
The proceedings are all scored with typically Rollinesque sombre organ music and the languid soundtrack, of strings and female vocal laments, from Jess Franco's "The Female Vampire".
The timeline is also shot to hell. The daughter looks about 13 or so, yet there
seems no indication the film is set in the late 50's early 60's. This looks
very much like the 80's. So she should be much older.
And why did the Zombies take so long in popping back up again anyway?

The characters are all cardboard and the acting bland, though some of the dialogue
is entertainingly bad, like when the Mayor tries to rally the villagers after
one of the Zombie assaults; "We better face the fact that the Zombies
have declared war
we must find a way to safeguard our town against the
mad, murdering zombies"!
The whole village aspect is full of unintentional laughs as well.
The best of which highlights the lack of any kind of basic Police and Coroner
set-up in the place. The body of the first, land based, female victim is simply
carried through town and dumped on the Mayor's doorstep with her dress pulled
up and her knickers on display!
"C.S.I" this is not!
So here we are, back where we started. Is the film as bad as is made out?
Well sadly
yes it is.
There is some 'so bad it's good' fun here, the finale ups the pace a bit and
the wonderfully gratuitous nudity (avoid the 'clothed version' for God's sake!)
is most welcome and manages keeps you awake.
But as a whole this is really dull and above all really shoddy in its construction.
One for pubic hair lovers and Zombie completists only.