Before he directed prestigious movies about goblins, dwarfs, ogres and monsters, Peter Jackson indulged in some of the most boundary pushing examples of depraved filth every to make audiences bust a gut laughing. His early masterpiece (and still his most complete film in my opinion) took a page out of the Evil Dead II's handbook and delivered a balls out crazy gore-drenched plunge into insanity. Jackson created one of the goriest films ever made and still managed to wring every ounce of comedic potential out of it: a priest high-kicks zombies, sentient lower intestines try to eat the hero, and in the film's signature scene a trip to the playground with a zombie baby ends in the funniest instance of child abuse every captured on camera. Be warned: this film is not for the weak of stomach.