Dead Squad: Temple of the Undead (2018)

Dead Squad: Temple of the Undead is the kind of scrappy B-horror that knows exactly what it is: a jungle-set, monster-stuffed thrill ride that trades polish for pure, gleeful momentum. Once the group stumbles into an ancient ruin, the movie leans hard into gory payoffs and creature-feature mayhem, with a cheeky, cheesy confidence that turns its rough edges into part of the charm. The vibe is loud, absurd, and proudly over-the-top—perfect for a late-night watch with friends who like their horror served with extra splatter and a wink. If you need subtle scares or prestige filmmaking, this isn’t your temple, but if “so-bad-it’s-great” is your love language, it delivers the kind of ridiculous fun you’ll quote afterward.

Dead Squad: Temple of the Undead is clearly aiming for a sleazy jungle-adventure horror romp with monsters, gore, and shock-value comedy, the kind of midnight movie that dares you to keep watching. The problem is the execution: the acting is rough, the story lurches from scene to scene without much logic, and the jokes often land with a thud or veer into tasteless territory. It also leans hard into explicit, bizarre sexual content involving the undead, which isn’t “edgy” so much as distracting and likely to turn a lot of viewers off. If you’re looking for coherent scares, clever creature-feature fun, or even competent so-bad-it’s-good charm, this will feel like a slog—but if your tolerance for trashy exploitation is high and you want pure shock over quality, you might find a few moments of grim curiosity.