I know one reviewer of this film that had the audacity to compare director León Klimovsky to Tarantino. Give me a break. The film jumped all over the place and switched scenes with no apparent rhyme or reason. One minute you see a love scene begin and a second later someone is running their bicycle into a car.
This mash-up of Hindu mysticism, voodoo and zombies never had any coherent plot.
It did have great zombie makeup. They looked dead!
It also had Mirta Miller. A voluptuous veteran of countless Euro-horror films, she again appeared scantily clad with her breasts heaving as she fell into the clutches of the zombies for their ritual.
This mash-up of Hindu mysticism, voodoo and zombies never had any coherent plot.
It did have great zombie makeup. They looked dead!
It also had Mirta Miller. A voluptuous veteran of countless Euro-horror films, she again appeared scantily clad with her breasts heaving as she fell into the clutches of the zombies for their ritual.