Granny of The Dead (2017) – Tudley James.

A small, sleepy Welsh village is suddenly cursed by an ancient malediction that evilly possesses the equally sleepy octogenarian population, turning them into magnificently creepy, arthritically slow attack zombies in playful indie Zom-com 'Granny of The Dead'. Horribly jaded by the ubiquity of attack zombies on the small screen, I was pleasantly surprised by how quickly I warmed to this Zimmer Winner. Grisly, and intentionally funny, Granny of The Dead proved to be anything but a toothless terror flick! The splatter is prodigious, and well-done, there's quality banter, likeable characters, and a few palpable belly laughs. It's usually the self-proclaimed cognoscenti, or privileged elite that arbitrarily 'decide' what is, or isn't a cult film, but I abhor hierarchies, and I strongly believe Tudley James's lively, lavender-hued Granny of The Dead is wholly deserving of cult status. One of the old bill enthuses about watching 'Hobo With a Shotgun', and I couldn't help but think, the world might in fact be a far groovier place to live in, if more members of the King's constabulary were avid fans of exploitation horror! I think it's entirely fair to claim that by producing a legitimately fun, low-budget zombie horror at this late stage of the game, the film-makers are objectively ticking all the right B-Horror boxes. For me, the true acid test of a quality horror film is whether I am strongly compelled to rewind the gorier elements, and Granny of The Dead has a choice amount of eminently rewindable splatter! I found the absurdly overhyped Shaun of The Dead moderately amusing for 20 minutes, whereas Granny zombie kept me chuckling throughout!