25 Seriously Cult Movies You Need To See Before You Die

3. Poultrygeist: Night Of The Chicken Dead (2006)

A picture made with love, enthusiasm and 30 gallons of fake blood a day, Poultrygeist is Troma's cautionary tale about what happens when branding/franchising becomes more important than culture and sustainability. By building an American Chicken Bunker on sacred Indian burial ground, big business has united displaced Native Americans and chickens sent to the €œConcentration coup€, resulting in the most lethal combination of Indians and chickens since Tandoori was introduced to the American people. Thank goodness for C.L.A.M. (Collegiate Lesbians Against Megaconglomerates), the insecure, bra-less feminazis who protest the growth of fast food franchises before selling out for a free meal that turns out to have been contaminated, turning them into creatures that like their meat red, raw and bleeding. As they attack the diner, breast implants are ripped out, testicles are fried and eaten and an Oirish priest attempts to defeat them by brandishing a Mel Gibson DVD (€œThe power of the Christ compels you!€) And we haven€™t even mentioned the chicken-sodomising redneck, a Muslim named Humus or Slow Fast Food Love, a music number with titty dancers. If it wasn€™t so barbed (and so funny), you could dismiss this fowl movement as juvenile and silly, accuse it of covering up its flaws by mocking its own cheapness and say its brand of slapstick is no different from the bigger-budgeted Piranha 3DD. Which is true, but how can you not like a film that clucks so much ass?