A hokey spin-off from the cheesy video game, this is more endearing and on-target than the Resident Evil films but runs out of riffs well before its finish. Dimwit teens travel to Isla del Muerte for a rave, hitching a lift from a captain called Kirk (Jurgen Prochnow - "I don't like Captain Kirk jokes"), and run into Romero-style zombies created by the curse of a shipwrecked Spanish devil monk.
Intentionally (?) ridiculous B picture dialogue and many zombie battles (intercut with low-rent graphics from the game) make for shambolic charm if little excitement. A problem is the aggressive obnoxiousness of the characters, who puke on each other and snarl one-liners even before the monsters attack, and the whittling-down of the cast doesn't serve any plot purpose beyond keeping the gore coming.