Now about those bad ingredients... The terrible dubbing is minimized a bit by the fact that most of the story is told in voice-over narration by Vincent Price, who was blessed with a voice that could make your VCR instruction manual sound like Shakespeare. Then we have the zombie hordes. Apparently the film's accountants would define "horde" as more than four but less than ten. The zombies themselves are simply actors in tattered clothes and pancake makeup with dark circles under their eyes. Finally we have the screenplay. About half of the film's 86 minutes are spent following Dr. Morgan as he chain smokes his way through a typical post- apocalyptic day of zombie slaying, corpse burning, and resupplying his home to survive yet another hellish night. Another quarter of the film presents an extended flashback to our hero's once happy life with his beautiful wife and daughter. In other words, three- quarters of the film is spent laying foundation. That doesn't leave much time for conflict and resolution.
Somehow, these cheap defective parts are assembled into a decent movie. Bland footage of empty streets and abandoned cars turns ominous under Vincent Price's expert narration. His dead-spirited descriptions lend horror to otherwise laughable zombies. It's hard not to feel his desperation and loneliness as he paces nervously in his fortress home, turning up the record player to drown out the constant hammering from the creatures gathering outside.
Despite its many disadvantages, this film works hard to
earn a seven out of ten.