While I really admire the noble effort of this very primitive 1966 dark comedy, unfortunately it falls flat on it's face. Sort of a cross between the films of Russ Meyers with busty women being murdered in their bras and, albeit loosely, the wackiness of John Waters' efforts. What it comes down to though, is that the funny parts aren't funny and the horror is pure cheese. However, being a reluctant fan of slightly bad cinema, I don't regret having seen it.
Review of The Undertaker and His Pals
