If you buy a ticket to a movie called Zombeavers, odds are you know exactly what you’re getting yourself into. At least you should, if you don’t, and you complain about it later, you only have yourself to blame. There is a good litmus test, however. Read the title out loud, and if you giggle, this is a movie for you; if not, you should probably sit this one out. And if you fall into the first category, I am pleased to report that Zombeavers is as much of a blast as you could hope for.
Director Jordan Rubin’s homage to schlocky, low-budget 1980s horror is tailor made for an endless run of late night screenings. Full of gore, crude and absurd humor, gratuitous nudity, and, most importantly, swarms of undead beavers, this really does everything you want out a movie like this, and is light years ahead of churned out crap like Sharknado. As ridiculous as it is, you can tell the filmmakers actually put in a great deal of thought and effort. If you’re fan of movies like Piranha 3D then this is a movie for you. If nothing else, you’ll want to schedule a “safety orgy” with five of your closest friends ASAP.