Morgue janitor Cornelius (Wayne W. Johnson) doesn't read the toe tags
if he did, then he probably wouldn't have climbed on board a Jane Doe for a spot of necro-nookie: according to the girl's label, she either died of radiation exposure or an unknown STD. Either way, it's bad news for Cornelius, who turns into a manky zombie rapist who quickly spreads his infection to his wife, who in turn spreads the infection to her mailman, who proceeds to transmit the disease to a gas station attendant. Before long, there are sex mad zombies all over the place—bad news for a group of teenagers who stop for the night at a nearby motel on their way to spring break.
I've been known to enjoy very low-brow movies in the past, but Night of Something Strange takes puerile vulgarity and crass horror to a whole new level, so much so that I actually felt embarrassed for those taking part—not just because the actors are required to perform lurid acts that are above and beyond the call of duty, but because the finished product just isn't amusing enough to make their debasement worthwhile. Used tampon eating, a fart-in-the-face gag that involves follow through, a masturbation scene, accidental male-on-male butt sex (the film's absolute nadir, which is preceded by some rimming), a tidal wave of zombie ejaculate, and mutated genitalia: just some of the outrageousness on offer that I found too tasteless and moronic to tickle my funny bone.
