Damn Right! The title says it all! Here we have a supposed cult classic just waiting for H.O.P.E.L.E.S.S. judgment. Well, here we go Snickers munchers. Beware islands to which you are dragged by guys who look like Chuck Manson and dress like the dork in 70's High School movies, for he shall lead you to a face-to-face with me! As I said, some psychotic lookin' potser leads his acting group to a deserted island, where he blackmails them into performing a little midnight mass. By that, I mean a Satanic swarey at the cemetery. Soon, the island is awash in blood as zombies come to dinner. Actually, it takes 'em about an hour to get there, but the fat guy and Mansonite keep you entertained until they arrive. Who wins? Let's just say that the flick ends with the undead hopping in a sailboat. Aloha-Oye!