The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living &
Became Mixed-Up Zombies
The First Ever Mass Invasion!
Jerry-Played by Ray Dennis Steckler, our director, acting under the alias Cash Flagg. A slacker who shares half an apartment with his foreign friend Harold. Because he doesn't have a job or money, he takes his date to the carnival, which I'm sure he regrets now. Looks like a skinny Nicholas Cage.
Harold-Jerry's foreign friend who talks in a unknown accent. His hair is possibly American though.
Angie-Jerry's main squeeze. I wouldn't be surprised if Marge Simpson's hair was modled after her.
Madison-Angie's brother. He makes Ed Grimley look like Hulk Hogan.
Angie's Mom-She's a mom of the 60's so of course she disapproves of Angie dating Jerry.
Madam Estrella-A fortune telling gypsy lady with a mole the size of a nipple. For some unexplained reason has a basement full of "zombies".
Carmelita-Estrella's sister. She's an "exotic dancer" who entices Jerry to kill random people.
Marge-A night club dancer with a drinking problem. Jerry's first "zombie" killing.
Bill-Marge's dancing problem. He wears goofy ass outfits.
Ortega-Estrella's assistant or as I like to call him "The Torgo of this movie".
Wide Variety of Dancers and Singer-They fill up about 45 minutes of the movie.
Before getting to the movie review at hand, let's explain why this review is different and special. No, it didn't fall on it's head and now has to ride a different bus to school. It's because this is my first attempt at a "Mass Invasion"!

Prior to starting my own review site, I been reading other people's sites. And among the many cool things I like about them, I noticed that almost all of them had some kind of group discussion or review on one movie. The Agony Booth for example have "Mega Reviews" where not only the webmaster writes about a movie, but 8 or 9 other people write as well. I totally dig this idea and thought I would "borrow" this concept.

So I set off to do so. I sent out a mass email asking anyone who was foolish enough to join me in such a task and a surprising amount of people responded. With that done, I had to pick a movie. After much soul searching, I settled on "The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-Up Zombies". I picked this film for the following reasons:
1. The title is goofy as fuck.
2. I wanted to pick a movie that was somewhat fun to watch and not totally miserable and painful. Since most of the people doing this with me are my friends, I wanted to keep it that way.
3. This movie was featured in a MST3K episode and some of the people who wrote this review is familiar with this movie already.
4. I was gonna have this movie on my site anyway, so why not?

Now the time has come and everybody sent in their reviews. Before getting to it, let's meet the authors and what part they'll be writing.

Bill Szany will be handling Chapters 1 and 2. He has written for the site before, submitting such wonderful reviews for The Gingerdead Man & Demons At The Door. He has also been my best friend for 12 years now.

I, Jason Soto, will be tackling Chapter 3. You should know what I'm all about. If not, why are you here? (Unless you're new to the site, then welcome!)

Adam Trembczynski will be doing Chapters 4 and 5. I have known Adam since the 8th grade and he has excellent tastes when it comes to bad movies. Well, sometimes. He has provided me with some of the movies I have reviewed in the past, including "Pot Parents Police" and "Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter".

Bobbie Culbertson enjoyed chapters 6 and 7 and is possibly the only person in this group who thinks this isn't that bad of a movie. She has one of the largest collection of horrible movies I have ever laid eyes on and also provides me with some movies.

Someone was suppose to watch Chapters 8 and 9. But he had to drop out for reason I'm not sure of, so I'll be taking over for this part.

Maria Sasseville suffered through Chapters 10 and 11. I met Maria on LiveJournal and soon added her onto my AOL buddy list. Even though she was excited to be a part of this project, it took her the entire month to watch and review this movie. I think she will never forgive me.

April Phillips nearly murdered me for making her watch Chapters 12 and 13. I met April in 2002 in a Yahoo chat room while discussing the MST3K episode "Space Mutiny". Now she has this habit of sending me sauces and condiments as gifts.

And to wrap things up is Rachael Martin, another gal I met on LiveJournal. All I know about her is she's married, lives in Arizona, and has a special place in her heart for animals including cats and weasels. And maybe ferrets.

With that out of the way, here's Bill to kick things off.
This part of the review was written by Bill Szany.
From the first few notes of the groovy song at the start of the movie I was able to tell that I was certainly in for a treat. The first scene involves a guy that seems like a drunk detective from a movie from the 50s and for some reason he’s just really mean to this Gypsy woman, whom we soon find out is a not so nice person herself and an essential character.

I still can’t blame the Gypsy woman for doing what she ended up doing to the guy because he really was unnecessarily mean. First he pushed her for no reason, and she said that he should not have done that, then just moments later he called her a freak. I mean this guy was not exactly Tad Martin. Anyways I doubt I’m ruing the movie for anyone by giving away that this guy gets messed up pretty bad by the Gypsy woman’s henchman, Ortega. Believe me, I could write a whole review on how odd of a character Ortega is if I wanted to.
That whole first scene was just pretty goofy. Then after the credits is a scene that personally kind of freaked me out. Oh I forgot to mention all this stuff is taking place at a Carnival. Anyways , right after the credits they show a close up of a fake clown and it’s making creepy sounds then they show this weird big face that’s laughing in a very creepy manner. Of course in one of the weirdest transitions I’ve ever seen in my life, the scene quickly jumps to a girl dancing with a creepy Fred Astaire wannabe to Lawrence
Welkesque type music.
After the “show” we get to see a behind the scenes look at the girl dancer.  Apparently she’s afraid of cats because she screams at the top of her lungs when she sees them. Then she yelled at this guy, who I guess is the club owner, because he didn’t sympathize with her fear of cats. She was even a little harsh and told him to lay off the “Father Routine”. The guy in response gave her a lecture of course but in the style of a host of a 50s Informational Short. He sounded like he was making up his own lines right on the spot, in fact that’s probably pretty possible.
This part of the review was written by some idiot named Jason...oh wait.
We arrive at the swanky bachelor pad of Jerry and Harold. They are discussing their plans for the evening which include picking up Jerry's girlfriend Angie and going to the carnival nearby. Jerry laments that he better not be late picking up Angie cause her mom is likely to "blow her top". Taking a look at the mom, I would rather that she keeps her top on, thank you very much. Harold passive-aggressively suggests to Jerry that he get off his lazy ass and get a job, then MAYBE Angie's Mom will like him. But Jerry must get kick ass welfare or something cause he refuses. Or maybe he occasionally gives the landlord a blowjob in place of rent money. And now I wonder if Harold is involved in some way...

Before I gross myself out with imagery I rather not think about, Jerry and Harold leave their half-apartment shack place and get into a car I have never seen before in my life. Where was this movie filmed, Bangladesh?
Our director and his entourage.
Hate to see what he does to his pubes.
At Angie's place, she's on the phone with a guy who wants to take her out. She says no, she's gonna stay with Jerry for some ungodly reason. Angie's Mom inquires about who was on the phone and Angie beats the living shit out of her for invading her privacy. Ok, not really. Instead, Angie says it was some guy and Mom wants to know why she wastes her time with Jerry because he's such a loser that he gives blowjobs to have a place to stay. Angie says she just enjoys his company and to lay off, you fat sow!

Jerry pulls up to Angie's with his non-existent car and we meet Madison, Angie's brother. If he's younger or older I couldn't say, since everyone in the cast appears to be roughly 35 years old. Not to rip off MST3K in any way, but Madison does look a lot like Ed Grimley, except I think if they got into a fight, Ed would win. Madison and Jerry have an exchange of words about college and washing cars. Inside Mom disapproves of Jerry not coming to the door to pick Angie up all proper like. Angie says he wouldn't be Jerry if he did. And I'm guessing this is the reason why she loves him so damn much.
Angie gets into Jerry's car and they pull off with Madison and his mother just watching them silently. I get this creepy feeling that if the camera stayed on them 10 seconds longer, they would've been making out. But I already have enough nasty imagery in my head, so let's not dwell on that.

We get a "Manos" inspired driving scene as Jerry drives to the carnival. I'm guessing the ticket taker was out to lunch or something and is replaced with a mechanical monkey shouting GET YOUR TICKETS HERE! GET YOUR TICKETS HERE!! I don't get creeped out easily by plastic objects, but this thing will be haunting my dreams for now on.

Even though we clearly saw Jerry, Harold, and Angie walk into the carnival, they somehow end up at a beach, throwing rocks in the ocean. I know Ray Dennis Steckler is alive and is possibly reading this (I suspect he Googles his own name every day, probably naked too...I'll stop with the nasty images I swear), so I risk getting my ass kicked for saying this: he throws like a girl. After 10 seconds of that, they all hold hands and in a "Sound of Music" inspired moment, frolic to the carnival.

And the movie decides to take a smoke break as we witness the characters on various rides, like the Tilt-A-Whirl, some cage that's held up by a huge crane, and last but not least, a roller coaster. We get a Point-of-View shot of someone on the roller coaster and this footage lasts about roughly 17 hours. I can only imagine the stuff Ray Dennis took out.
"Mr. Steckler, this roller coaster footage is about 26 hours long."
"Damn. Well, cut it down to 12."
"But the movie is only an hour and a half, sir."
"Damn. And I got all this dancing footage too. Ok, fine. Make it last 12 minutes. Is that do-able?"
"Yes, sir."
If he ever releases a extended set, there's gonna be like 200 DVD's devoted entirely to roller coaster footage. The other 12? Dancing. But that's for later, and for someone else.
I have the sudden urge to ride rollercoasters.
"Who taught you to poof your hair like that?! ANSWER ME!"
"You, alright!! I learned it by watching you!!!"
Looks like Dr. Zaius isn't done fulfilling his community service yet.
This part of the review was written by Adam.
Marge, a dancer, is sitting in her chair taking a nice relaxing drink before show time while the MC is making bad jokes about his wife and mother-in-law.  His wife has given him the ultimatum to quit drinking or she’d leave.  With all the timing of a telemarketing call during dinner, he replies, “I’m sure going to miss her.”

The MC then introduces the dance stylings of Marge & Bill.  Bill is dressed more like a magician and Marge is dressed like her dance routine belongs in the ice capades and their actual dance routine is something of a cross between ballet and ballroom.  Luckily for us at home, the dance scene doesn’t last too long because Marge is wasted!  Instead of looking at Bill, she tends to be staring at the spot lights or any other shiny objects that happen to pass by her field of double vision.  Marge can’t stay on her feet and collapses, pulling Bill down with her; thus entertaining the crowd more than their boring dance routine ever could have.
An embarrassed Marge runs to her dressing room and immediately hits the bottle again; which seems like a dumb move considering that the reason she’s upset in the first place is because she’s drunk off her ass.  The nightclub owner barges in and tells her that she has to sober up or she’s fired.  Oh Mr. Nightclub owner, don’t you understand that she has a disease?  Marge accepts these terms and the nightclub owner leaves.  She then picks up the “Astrology Guide” and contemplatively stares at the cover.

We are then subjected to various night and day-for-night shots of people riding The Cyclon Racer and other amusement park rides that would make me vomit (especially if I’d been drinking as much as Marge).  Other various carnival attractions are shown, including an old time carnival barker trying to lure unsuspecting suckers into the burlesque show.  “Adam and Eve never had it so good,” is perhaps his most interesting line.  Luring people in to see strippers with biblical references seems like a terrible strategy.  Perhaps if he mentioned Sodom and Gomorrah, he’d be reaching his target audience.
The focus turns to a mysterious woman who walks past the carnie and stops to contemplate the sign for Madame Estrella’s palm reading shack.  But wait, that is no mysterious woman!  It’s Marge in a hat!  Marge enters the psychic’s lair and takes a seat.  Madame Estrella emerges from behind a curtain and asks if Marge wants to know her future.  Marge immediately confides that she believes she’s in terrible danger.  I don’t know about you, but I’d want to test a psychic first before I revealed what my problems were.  So Madame E. gives her a card reading, using an awesome round deck of playing cards.  No sharp edges on those puppies!  Not surprisingly, seeing as Marge already told the psychic about her fear of being in mortal peril, the death card is drawn.  Marge freaks out and tries to run away, but she’s drunk and disoriented and ends up running through the wrong curtain!  Marge then comes dangerously close to getting nabbed by an incredibly strange arm!  She then drops her purse, gains back her sense of direction, and runs screaming into the night.

Nearby, Jerry, Angela, and Harold (who looks like the Eastern European version of Vanilla Ice) hear the scream and decide that anything which causes a woman to shriek in terror has to be good.  They enter Madame E’s and have a seat.  She comes out from behind the curtain and begins to read Angela’s palm, which must be the most mundane palm in the history of palms.  Angela will be lucky in love, be rich, blah blah blah.  She also mentions that Angela’s mother doesn’t like her boyfriend.  That’s when Madame E’s psychic credibility took a nose dive.  Whose mother would be happy if their daughter was dating a jerk who looked like he was undergoing chemotherapy?  Jerry inquires about the crystal ball, and Madame E. tells him the stock psychic answer; the crystal ball is dangerous, sometimes it is better to not know the future, etc.  Of course, moments after issuing that stern warning, she begins to use the crystal and tells Angela that somebody close to her is going to die, and then vaguely gives away the ending of the movie.  Jerry then insists on knowing his future, but Madame E. basically tells him that he’s too big of an asshole to get a response from the crystal ball; only she uses nifty psychic sounding babble about shadows.  Jerry insists forebodingly that he’ll be back, but unlike Marge, Jerry asks which of the many curtains is the actual exit.
This part of the review was written by Bobbie.
Having been informed by Madam Estrella that in order for her to be able to tell a future, first you must have one Jerry, our ferret-faced anti-hero, along with his girl friend, big-haired Angie, and his best (and I'm guessing only) friend, Mr. Harold Incoherent, leave the fortune teller's tent. Outside, they come upon a barker peddling dancing girls-girls-girls who informs the crowd that they inside will witness unparalleled beauty for only one thin dime. Jerry wants to explore further this financial windfall but Angie develops PMS-like symptoms when Jerry, always up on the latest in male-female relationships, tells her that "they agreed to do what I say" and she storms off. Harold babbles something incoherent and leaves to drive Marge home. Now alone, Jerry's eyes meet the lovely Carmelite's oily T-zone to oily T-zone. Are those sparks they feel? Gas? Angst? Because we've heard Madam Estrella tell her hygienically-challenged toady, Ortega, that the "time is near", we know that nothing good can come of this meeting and that we, the audience, are in for another 45 minutes of bad movie.

Once inside the tent, we see that at least part of the barker's line is true. Dimes are thin. However, the dancers aren't beautiful and move about to the tune of "Little Drummer Boy" in a clumsy manner behind the female lead dancer who badly needs a bikini wax. (Note: Ray Dennis Steckler bought the costumes for this movie from a road show of "La Cage aux Folles" that went out of business.) Backstage, one of the dancers makes a date with a carnie. On stage, a Connie Francis look-alike is crooning the song "It Only Hurts", which it certainly does indeed!
This part of the review was written by Jason (again).
Jerry is sitting in an audience that consists of a couple of teenage boys and some housemaids who look like they suddenly got the night off cause the people they work for wanna fuck in private. An unseen announcer introduces Carmelita and she almost immediately begins stripping.

I've never been to a strip club in my life (honestly) but I'm willing to bet that stripping is suppose to be more sexier than this. This girl just walks back and forth and takes off certain articles of clothing. And considering that Carmelita isn't all that attractive to begin with, this is all very disturbing. I'd much rather see Elizabeth Dole strip than her. (Maybe that's why Bob needs the Viagra so much.)

While Carmelita is bring Sexy Back, Ortega arrives and hands Jerry a note. It says to meet Carmelita backstage after the show. Jerry looks up and Carmelita is now slowly taking off her bra, but we don't see anything cause she immediately hides behind a super thick curtain, then walks off stage. During hooting and clapping that was clearly added in later during editing, Jerry goes backstage to get him some.

He roams the hallways and walks through the first door he finds, which leads to the other dancers dressing room. They all throw a fit cause he walked in on them, even though they were completely dressed. Maybe he interrupted them while they were trying to trick the new girl into kissing one of them "down there". Girls can be so cruel.

Jerry finds the right door this time and Carmelita comes out of the shadows. She lures him into the other room where Estrella and Ortega are, along with a spinning black and white wheel. Almost immediately Jerry succumbs to a hypnosis state. Estrella tells Jerry over and over again that he will only obey her words and other typical brainwashing jargon. This goes on for 10 minutes and we only see the top head of Jerry, which makes him look even more like Nicholas Cage.
Oh no! Jerry's entering The Time Tunnel!
Nicholas Cage as Arthur Frayn in "Zardoz"!
After the brainwashing, Marge returns to the club all freaked out from what she saw at Estrella's. On stage, the unfunny comedian tells a joke about his mom and pop's iron and steel business. If you haven't heard it before, you should consider yourselves lucky.

Then we're introduced to Don Snyder, a horrible singer with a out-of-tune guitar. We hear THE ENTIRE FUCKING SONG and I almost gave up on this part of the review (Now I know why the guy who was gonna do this part decided to drop out) but before I could unplug my computer and go live in a cave, he stops singing.

Marge and Bill are talking backstage and Marge tells him that she saw something horrible but before saying what it was, they have to go on and dance horribly. Marge says she'll tell him later, which in movie terms means she's gonna be brutally murdered any second now.

Words cannot describe how horrible the dancing was. There was kicking for no reason, Bill fell to his knees I dunno why, they both just walked around pushing their hands forward like they were pushing something invisible, whatever. When Marge turns around, a man in a hooded sweatshirt is holding a knife and he stabs Marge. Before we think this is an audience member who has had enough, we see that it's Jerry! And he didn't make any attempt to cover his face.

He stabs Marge over and over again and when Bill tries to pull him off, Jerry stabs him a few times in the face. Yay! Some excitement finally!! The audience scrambles around, not knowing what to do while Jerry escapes cause no one thought to grab him and hold him down until the police came.

At home, Jerry is sleeping, well he's trying to. He's moving around and moaning and to make this even more disturbing, he's shirtless, so we see his tiny ass nipples. Maybe Estrella will be kind enough to donate that thing on her face. Anyway, Jerry is about to have a trippy ass nightmare, but I'll let Maria describe it. I'm done with this movie finally.
This part of the review was written by Maria.
Jerry is having quite the nightmare, at least I assume his name is Jerry because that’s what Liz Taylor, Ortega and the other bouffant 60’s hairdo ladies keep repeating in his dream. They keep popping up and swirling around and saying, “Kill, Jerry, Kill! Obey! Ha ha ha!” I don’t know who they want him to kill since he already did kill The Bad Dancing Lady. In his dream he’s wearing a black and red mask. He jumps and “dances” around the woman as they command him to kill over and over, while dizzying scenes of roller coasters, amusement park rides and an evil laughing clown doll flash on the screen. The only thing more disturbing than his dream is watching Jerry writhing around in his bed while he’s dreaming. I’m scared that he’s not wearing any pants under that blanket. He’s all sweaty and unappealing. His roommate keeps getting up and looking at him and shaking his head while Jerry dreams. He does it at least three times during the 5 minute dream sequence.

Finally Jerry awakens with a start and stumbles to the bathroom to wash his greasy face. And it only lasts about 5 seconds but his mouth is open the whole time and he’s panting and it’s gross.
In the morning, after a long talk about the night before with his strangely accented friend, Jerry goes to return Angela’s car to her. Angela is still mad about Jerry’s crush on the Bad Stripping Lady and isn’t happy to see him. She’s lying by the pool with huge hair and an ugly bathing suit. She starts spinning her umbrella at Jerry and this triggers him into killing mode. So he starts strangling Angela thinking it’s the Bad Dancing Lady. Madison manages to pull Jerry off (somehow, it looks like he couldn't pick up Nicole Ritchie) of Angela and Jerry stumbles off confused, which he’s probably used to by now.

Jerry goes for a little walk around town trying to figure out just what is wrong with him these days. He walks up hills and by train tracks and past run down houses while music that sounds like it was rejected from the cartoon version of “The Hobbit” plays. I’m sure one of the lyrics from the song is, “a wagon full of estrogen.” Finally he walks by a man listening to a radio. The radio announcer reports that the police are looking for the man who killed a night club dancer and “fatally wounded” her dance partner.  “Fatally wounded” also meaning killed. Now Jerry looks angry and the music changes. Maybe he wants to find the murderer. Maybe he has figured out what is happening. Maybe he has to go to the bathroom really bad. Maybe I don’t know because I stopped watching the movie after this point.
Connie Francis… err, Carol Kay sings “Shook Out Of Shape” to begin the scene.  Honestly, this isn’t a bad song for 1963, and neither are the vocals or the choreography, and let’s just say I wish I looked that good in what eventually became Goldie Hawn’s emu costume from “Protocol”. 

Backstage, Stella comes to Camalita’s sister asking her what she thinks is going on about the dancer brutally murdered the night before.  I think the biggest mystery in this scene is why she hasn’t removed the piece of Super Sugar Crisp off of her face she had at breakfast.  Is this supposed to make her more “Gypsy”?  Someone please notify the “poor man’s Elizabeth Taylor” she should see a dermatologist, pronto!

Cut back to the carnival, where Teri Randall is attempting to be “Beatnik”, singing “Choo Choo Cha Boochie”, all decked out in one of Mamie Van Doren’s also-rans.  Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore of this high-pitched yodeling, “Blinky Jerry Sweatshirt” runs backstage demanding answers from Camalita and her sister.  What he gets for his inquiry is the worst use of special effects in any film ever… until a couple scenes later, of course. 

Mommie Dearest and Madison, the Wonder Wingnut, are warning Beehive Angie and Harold Pompadour to call the police, but Harold protests, saying “The guy’s my roommate!  He’s okay!”  How many times have YOU vouched for a roommate, then he comes back and kicks you in the teeth, huh?  Anyway, Mummsey Dahhling gives Angie the okay to go try and find Blinky Jerry Sweatshirt at the carnival, as long as Madison goes with her.  Oh, like Madison could stand up to a heap of wet toilet paper!

Cut to Stella’s cozy little bungalow, where she’s preparing for her date with who looks like a young Mr. Whipple.  Nice soft jazz music on the Hi-Fi, a plate of Rumaki on the coffee table, and Jerry behind her, brandishing a semi-sharp CutCo knife!  Aaaaaggghhhhhhhh!
This part of the review was written by April.
This part of the review was written by Rachael.
Jerry, exhausted and confused after his knife-wielding frenzy, returns to Estrella's place to see Estrella and Ortega.  Estrella is disappointed in Jerry's awareness of his actions and gives him his "reward."  She douses him with the super zombie potion!  Ortega is ordered to shove Jerry in the zombie pit with the rest of the monsters.  Now, seeing as Ortega has only opened the cage door about, oh, a million times, he bungles it when he has to put Jerry in the cage.

And, of course, the zombies escape.

Wrapping their zombie hands around Ortega's neck (narrowly missing his nose), they make quick work of killing Ortega.  Estrella chokes on her mole.  No.  Wait.  She is strangled, too.  The zombies regroup and hobble away, looking for more zombie things to do.

But not before we are treated to an extreme close-up of Estrella's amazingly nipple-like mole.

The filmmaker decided that another dance number would be of value here.  We see native tribal costumes on bored looking dancers with barely synchronized moves.  Groovy, baby.
Who knew that zombies could be so sneaky?  Apparently the undead are quite stealthy and sneak up on the dancers.  With their papier-mache heads and strategically cut shirts, they save us from the dance number and start attacking the dancers.  Thank you zombies!   The zombies then flail around the room as patrons run out.

Two classic bungling cops show up - I will call them Barney Fife One and Barney Fife Two.  They manage to subdue a zombie or two even after losing a gun.  They gots skills!

Angie, Madison, and Harold go back to Estrella's for some dramatic screaming from Angie.  Lots of face-grabbing and head shaking.  Especially when she sees Jelly-Face Jerry!  Is he really a zombie?   Yes, Angie.  Jerry is a zombie.  So everybody run.

And they do.  Jerry runs away, followed by Angie, Madison, Harold, and the Barney Fifes.  The best part about the almost Benny Hill-like running scene is that every body part of Angie's is wagging and swaying as she runs.  Except her hair.  It is sprayed so stiffly into place that it slices through the wind.

We are treated to an extensive beach scene which only resembles "From Here to Eternity" in that it feels like eternity.  Isn't Jerry going to stop running?
At this point, I wish to bring up the Jerry/Nicolas Cage issue.  You know how there is Alec Baldwin, then you have several less attractive Baldwin brothers?  Jerry looks like the last brother in line if Nicolas Cage had the same situation.  He's the Stephen Baldwin of the Cage clan.

The Barney Fifes are still after Jerry, even though he's mostly flopping around like a mudskipper at this point.  There is almost no dialogue at the end of the film.  Jerry stands atop a cliff and tells Angie to go back and leave him alone.  One of the Barney Fifes gets a clean shot and the cameraman - I mean Jerry - tumbles to the rocky sea below.

But wait.  Jerry is STILL ALIVE.  The group of non-zombies drag Jerry to the beach.  Does he die?  It seems that he does, but quite honestly Angie's hair got in the way and I couldn't tell.

Estrella's prediction came true.  Angie is alone on the beach.  Sort of.  She's alone with four guys and a dead zombie, but isn't that really alone?  Poor Jerry.  He is no longer living and no longer a mixed-up zombie.  I think.  If Angie would just move her head a little to the left, I would know for sure.
(Since this is a special review, I asked all the reviewers to give a final paragraph telling us what they thought of the movie overall.)
Bill:
I definitely recommend this movie to anyone and everyone because of how weird it is. It’s bad but it’s oh so good!! If it had no entertainment value I would give it maybe 1 and a half stars for being so horrible but because it’s filled to the brim with Entertainment value, and because it it stars Fred Astaire, Nicolas Cage, James Dean and Gregory Hines..
Adam:
Overall, I felt that The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-Up Zombies was a very misleading title.  First of all, I’ve seen stranger creatures.  That isn’t to say these creatures weren’t strange, but I have certain expectations of “Incredibly Strange” creatures.  Perhaps they could have been called moderately strange.  And did they really stop living?  I mean, Jerry stopped living at the end of the movie, as did all the zombies that were shot.  But the title implies that they stopped living then became mixed-up zombies.  I don’t think the hypnotism caused them to stop living.  Since there are about 500 different ideas about what zombies are and what they aren’t, I’m not going to argue that these creatures were zombies of some sort or another.  But were they really mixed-up?  Jerry seemed to be pretty with it, except when he saw crazy twirling patterns that set off his latent hypnotic suggestion to kill.  If it were up to me, I’d re-title the movie “The Moderately Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living At the End of the Movie (For Various Reasons) Because They Sometimes Reactivated Their Hypnotic Impulses And Briefly Became Mixed-Up Zombies Who Had To Be Killed,” or TMSCWSLATEOTM(FVR)BTSRTHIABBMUZWHTBK for short.
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Maria:
This wasn’t so much a movie as a bunch of video of carnivals and roller coasters and dancing put together with a little bit of story mixed in. And then 20 minutes of Jerry running away through the surf. Unfortunately the dancing is the most entertaining part of the movie, because it’s just so bad. Actually the dance number toward the end where all the girls are wearing red outfits and twisting was almost watchable. Also, there weren’t really any incredible strange creatures who stopped living and became mixed up zombies. They were more like hypnotized men with melted faces. Jerry came pretty close since he was the only incredibly strange creature to begin with.
I pretty much knew what was going on with the story and the movie didn't make me cry or give me nightmares. So I will give it 2 stars because I didn't think it was bad enough to get only one.
April:
Down the street from the house I grew up in was a family with two large golden retrievers.  The hairstyles on this film were bigger than both retrievers put together, therefore negating any star-worthiness the one good quality of this movie, the cute little song in the middle.  Sorry to be shallow, but this film didn't warrant any sense of depth.
Rachael:
What is the message of the film?  Don't fall in love with carnival strippers.  Seriously, kids.  When you have the love of a firm-haired woman, why go anywhere else?  Overall, the story is slow-paced with some fairly experimental camera shots.  It took about half of the movie to pass before the action picked up for me.  I loved the gratuitous dance numbers.  And the gratuitous mole on Estrella.  Simplistic in style, this film substitutes screaming for suspense.  The story is thin but the grotesque nature of the carnival folks is worth the price of a ticket.  This is a film I suggest you watch when you crave schlock appeal and beatnik lingo.  I have a soft spot in my heart for films of this era and strive for hair as firm as Angie's.  I can't give the film more than 2 stars because it does lack a gripping story line.  However, for a night in with popcorn and a good sense of humor, this will satisfy your cravings.
Jason:
As I said before, this is a fun movie but it's just really slow at times, especially with all the dancing and footage of people on carnival rides. And I'm guessing having giant beehive hairdo's were the in-thing in the 60's. People just demanded that their stars have giant hair stacked on top of their heads. Maybe that's what guys got off to or something, I dunno. The only parts I liked was the killing scenes (all three of them) and the trippy dream Jerry had. I'm a David Lynch fan and think it would be interesting to see if he remade this movie. Except I bet Ortega would be a midget.
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