Dead Looters is a Super-8 classic. Director Jon Springer pretty much throws all the classic Zombie imagery at us: the slow-plodding feet, the low-grumbling moan, the desire for scrambled brains, etc. But that doesnt mean it isnt super cool. Dead Looters is suspenseful regardless of the fact we know the zombie is hiding behind the shower curtain. Its almost as if the fake blood (chocolate syrup, I think), severed heads, and fake shotgun blasts look better in this low-budget format then they ever could in a million-dollar production. I think that this films best quality is that its simply a great Super-8 film. We enjoy seeing Springers innovations when it comes to screen violence and his mastery of the genre.
(Maybe a little bit of hyperbole...)
City Pages, Vol. 18, Issue #868, July 23, 1997 (The opening paragraph to a restaurant review, believe it or not)
A few years ago I saw a short, arty horror film about downtown St. Paul. In it, gorgeous black-and-white footage showed the starkly barren streets of the capitol city on an early summer night: Streetlights changed for no one, streets echoed like canyons, sidewalks were entirely unused, skyways resembled empty glass straws. To enhance this unpeopled footage a classic horror soundtrack shrieked. The audience went wild. It was St. Paul as postapocalyptic bell jar, darkly funny, rather chilling--and accurate...
- Dara Moskowitz
Filmson.comDead Looters is a journey back to the old days of movie making when Zombies and shotguns were king...or I guess that would be B-king. B-B King? I remember right when VHS and Beta came on the scene, me and my cousin Vinnie rented Day of the Dead, Night of the Living Dead, and Evil Dead. Nothing was too evil or too undead. Then there was Night of the Comet that we saw six times in the theater. Looking back, I suppose we were curious how wed look after the nukes blew us apart. Well, this B&W film gives us what we need!
Film Threat, Vol. 2 Issue #14, 1995
Apparently Dead Looters is a way low budget "homage" to George Romero (I'm sure he's deeply flattered.) Shot in black-and-white with crappy zombies (the kind that walk with their arms out), there is now dialogue. This can actually be a blessing at times if there is a particularly good soundtrack (does Petula Clark do it for you?) or if the cinematography is out of this world (it is not) or if there gratuitous sex or nudity (nope, not here).
The highlight of this droll flick--which only came close to moving when our fingers came even closer to the FFWD button on the remote--seemed to be a second or two when misleading editing gave the impression you were going to catch a glimpse of the lead actresses tits as she changed from her Hershey's syrup "blood" spattered sweater before going out to combat the "frightening" zombies.
I'm getting real sleepy just thinking about this (thankfully) short cinematic disaster. I'm tempted to zombie-walk my ass (arms outstretched) to Minneapolis and put these filmmakers out of their short, miserable careers. Ah, but amidst this seething diatribe I suppose, in a moment of kindness, I'll throw 'em a press quote: "A Must See."
- Erin & Sioux Z
(I always thought Hershey's Syrup was the best recipe for fake blood on B&W Super-8 film??!!)