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All you girlfriends of incredibly strange creatures had better listen to your not-with-it mothers! Save yourself some grief and go out for a dip of vanilla ice cream with Mr. Double L. Once Madam Estrella consults her crystal ball and discovers your slacker boyfriend's spiritual capacity is shadowy, her hypnotic spiraling optical disc and ticking metronome will have him hacking away at her victims like he is from the Bates motel.

Not only that but he will stop living and become a mixed-up zombie in Madam E's collection of acid faced zombies. I can see no other way out of this mess but to stay the hell away from a fortune teller with such a large facial mole that you cannot keep from staring at it or has an ugly-as-Lucifer, chain smoking side kick named Ortega.

Careful lest the really boring filler entertainment provided by talentless relatives of the film's producer turns you into a zombie too.