In 1997, 17-year-old suburban Buenos Aires filmmakers Pablo Parés and Hernan Sáez pooled $450 to co-write/produce/direct and star in a shot-on-VHS zombie epic of such flesh-ripping, gore-spewing greatness that it instantly drew global cult acclaim and redefined the possibilities of extreme DIY horror. Over the next 20 years, Parés, Sáez and their friends would create two increasingly ambitious – and equally brilliant – viscera-soaked sequels (and several short films) that made them “Argentinian George Romeros who’ve built a small empire of gore flicks”
A massacre tinted Cascallares with blood and time covered the events with a cloak of silence. Ten years later, a group returns to the place to investigate. They will soon turn into corpses one by one. History repeats itself.
Lucas and a group of friends decide to make a Sci-Fi movie without knowing that they live in a world where that is forbidden. They become the only hope of rebellion, the only hope to bring down a decaying empire and generate a new revolution that awakens the sleeping people.
A small town is the subject of some experiment with aliens where they were allowed to test some earth folks with some kind of disease, but of course it spread with disastrous results. And now, three oddballs have been dumped into the middle of this town as test subjects or something, and the race for survival is on. John West is a strongman, with a cowboy hat and leopard skin tights, Bill is a medical student, and Max is a mathematical genius, and it's them against the zombies.
A retired general and his son meet six crazy young men while on a fishing trip.
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