Her baby is born dead.. oh no... wait its alive. A recovering lesbian and current vegan/hippie wannabe has lost her husband in the crash of their hybrid and now has a baby with a taste for blood. For everyone who gets the heebie jeebies around babies, this is why. Even at 85 minutes this story is stretched pretty thin.. I guess I could put on airs and wax poetic about the rigors and doldrums of single motherhood with a newborn but this isn't the Sally Jesse Raphael Show. There are essentially 7 characters excluding zombie baby and the only one who gets her chops is the bitch mother in law who is a judge.. Good character development? Nah.. Powerful player portrayal? Getting warmer.. A cliche for everything that is easy to despise? Ding-Ding! We have a winner! And geez did you have to show us the old shrew's boob? Gak! So if you are looking for ladies night new age style, thats thin with a bloody twist and some gag power, this one is for you. For the rest of us once is enough but thanks for the nightmares.
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