If Peter Jackson were Norwegian Dead Snow would surely be the result. Tommy Wirkola has the right idea here, create a zombie movie that doesn't take itself seriously and opts for the intestine-strewn laugh. Seriously, anyone watching a film about Nazi zombies won't be expecting any Oscar nominated script. But that's fine; sometimes you only want a horror flick with the sole aim of gross-out and humour. Thankfully Dead Snow delivers well on both counts.
Plot - for what it's worth - sees bunch of medical students holing-up in a mountain cabin for some R'n'R. Unluckily for them, said mountains are also home to a bunch of bloodthirsty Nazi zombies out for revenge. Anyway, who cares about the plot; show me the innards! Once the films kick off after the first third is when the fun really starts and it enters firmly into the realms of Braindead - right, let's see how much blood-spattered mayhem we can squeeze into the remaining running time.
Highlights include a Skiddoo with mounted Gatling gun, impromptu triumphant auto-dismemberment (nod to Evil Dead 2) with a chainsaw, cranial seperation, and a 'you've got to be kidding me' two-finger salute of an ending.
Watch if you like humorous mindless violence; avoid if you're looking for a meaningful discourse on existentialism.