BY BOB STRUASS >FILM CRITIC

Exotic dancers discover that being undead earns them more tips in this homage to Eugene Ionesco's classic absurdist play "Rhinoceros."

You read that right: Existentialism and rotting female flesh, with a lot of dumb jokes about the Bush administration thrown in for no good measure. The gore effects are well done and plentiful, the silicone even more impressive and generously distributed. Other than that, it's a pretty bad movie.

Whatever his pretensions, Jay Lee is neither a good enough writer nor director to pull off even his simplest ideas, which include endlessly witless attempts at satire. Uniformly campy acting from "Nightmare on Elm Street's" Robert Englund and an otherwise no-name cast doesn't help, although this may be your best chance in life to hear porn queen Jenna Jameson quote Nietzche.

Needless to say, the misogyny reeks; unexpectedly, the movie's bigotry is almost as ugly.

--Bob Strauss

 ZOMBIE STRIPPERS

R: gory violence, nudity, language, racism.

Playing: Nuart, West Los Angeles.