Hell of the Living Dead

SKINOPSIS

Sometimes, late at night, we wish we lived in Exploitation Land. In this magical land, there is such a thing as nude anthropology. Supposedly intelligent and definitely beautiful women, in order to properly assimilate with the natives, will go about their day in little more than a few streaks of body paint. Such is the case with Hell of the Living Dead in which Ms. Margrit Evelyn Newton struts about without clothes all in the pursuit of academic purity. Of course, it would be nice if there was more time with no body paint as well, it's much sexier when she lets those puppies out unpainted,but we can't complain as she graces us with a week's worth of her hot bod over the course of 100 or so minutes.

Of course, then we realize that if we lived in the magical land of Exploitation, eventually badly-made-up "zombies" would emerge and begin to chew on our freshly-ripped-out insides which would, for some reason, resemble ground beef and Twizzlers, so we remain content in the land of our apartment spanking it while Ms. Newton and her big bare boobies flee the hungry zombies.