And that's probably one of the least offensive lines. Braindead is a spoof of zombie/slasher thrillers, with a bit of Hitchcock thrown in. The fact that most of these movies were tongue-in-cheek in the first place means that the film's makers were probably out more for derision of their source material, rather than affectionate homage.
Yet the only real agenda Braindead has is to shock and repulse with bad-taste humour. This is fine in itself, bad taste can be very amusing, and the high rating this movie gets means a lot of people did find it very funny. So maybe it's just me. I must admit, I'm not a fan of Antipodean "humour", an oxymoron if ever there was one. The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert was a good effort, but other movies, such as the OTT Strictly Ballroom, or sitcoms, such as the abysmal Let The Blood Run Free, leave me cold. They always seem to miss their targets in a volley of ham acting and overstated camp.
Braindead continues this great tradition; any level of wit eked out of it by going too far. How far is too far? Well, certainly, a film going right to the limits of what is considered good taste can be a lucrative endeavour - as the recent run of gross-out movies from Hollywood have proven. So if your idea of a good joke is seeing a mutant baby held in place via a nail through it's umbilical cord, or a character who exclaims "some of my best friends are paedophiles" then you'll have what is known in the dumbo trade as a "laugh riot".
Timothy Balme is quite effective as the lead, Lionel Cosgrove, and Diana Peñalver does well as his love interest. Ian Watkin is excruciatingly unfunny as Uncle Les, and the only genuinely funny actor is Tony Hiles as the all-too-brief monkey blood-dripping zookeeper. A karate-kicking vicar ("I kick ass for the Lord!") perfectly illustrates how gratingly misjudged and unsophisticated the humour is. Surprisingly, given the pace and subject matter, the film is also quite tedious.
On the positive side (and there's little!) the production and design is well done, the only inspired scene - yes, the lawnmower - being particularly well put-together. Though this scene is perhaps unfairly cited as the goriest of the movie, whereas all the scenes involving the eating of custard are more likely to make you queasy.
However, fans of Lord of the Rings may panic when it's revealed that the man behind all this is also the scheduled writer/director for that particular trilogy. Please don't be fooled with arguments that this horror film "subverts the basic laws of the genre" or that it's a "Freudian critique". Arguments like that crop up all the time to justify bad movies. If this is your idea of humour, then good luck to you. Personally I found it absolutely abysmal.