Chopper Chicks in Zombietown (1989)

Chopper Chicks in Zombietown is the kind of scrappy midnight movie that wins you over with sheer attitude: a biker-gang-on-a-collision-course-with-the-undead premise played with a wink, a roar, and a surprisingly sharp feminist edge. It’s a gleeful B-movie spoof that knows exactly what it is, leaning into low-budget charm, goofy laughs, and splattery horror beats without ever pretending to be respectable. The vibe is pure cult-cinema joy—rowdy, irreverent, and proudly trashy in that Troma-adjacent way that turns rough edges into personality. If you need polished scares or pristine filmmaking, this won’t convert you, but if you want a funny, bonkers genre mash-up that feels like it was made by and for people who love movies a little too much, it’s an easy ride.

Chopper Chicks in Zombietown wants to be a scrappy, punky mash-up of biker-girl attitude and goofy zombie mayhem, and you can see the cult-movie ambition in the premise. The problem is it rarely delivers the energy it promises: the acting is flat, the plot feels thin and oddly directionless, and the comedy-horror balance never really clicks into anything memorable. The effects and pacing are very “late-80s bargain bin,” which can be charming if you’re in on the joke, but here it often just reads as dated and undercooked. If you love ultra-cheap B-movies for the vibe alone, you might get a few moments out of it; if you’re hoping for sharp laughs, satisfying gore, or a story with momentum, this probably isn’t worth your time.