During George W. Bush’s fourth term as president, the administration’s desire for crises and predisposition toward fuckups leads to the creation of a zombie virus that the government hopes will help replenish troops for its various overseas conflicts. Infected women become super-strong and maintain their intelligence, but the men remain your typical, shambling, mindless undead. So when the virus leaks into a strip club, the place becomes the most popular illegal joint in town. All too often in horror/cult movies, a catchy title masks a low budget and an even lower level of talent, but director Jay Lee delivers everything you could possibly hope for in a film called Zombie Strippers (which surpasses Nudist Colony of the Dead as the best naked zombie movie ever). He even manages some George Romero–style social commentary, with zombiedom as a metaphor for plastic surgery—that star Jenna Jameson’s plasticized, pre-zombie face is actually scarier than the final monstrous version only proves the point.