The Undertaker and his Pals, an unsung B-movie heavily hinging the horrific with huge helpings of comedic relief, was something of a joy to watch. In fact, everyone I've showed it to thusfar - myself included - has found most of it, with the exception of the occasionally overdrawn chase scene or the moments when we have too much of driving cars/roving motorcycles, utterly intoxicating. I personally liked the move because it doesn't try to hide the facts within a cheaply insulting plot, opting instead to have fun with the concepts themselves and not with the frustration of the viewer.
Our tale begins with three bikers as they begin a reign of terror, one starting with them randomly locating the name of a potential victim in a phone book lovingly supplied in their friendly neighborhood telephone booth. There they locate the name of a Ms. Lamb, cruise on over to her home in their less-than-suspicious bikerwear (leather jacket, helmet, goggles, and cute little iron-on skull-and-crossbone insignias), and promptly being mutilating - I mean operating, keeping the legs and leaving the rest. Cut to our main character, a detective that lives to love the ladies, and his secretary as they go to the local diner, The Greasy Spoon, run by the illustrious Doc and Spike. The Detective decides to order the special of the day, leg of lamb, as his spicy secretary, Ms. Poultry, gets rude with Spike. Then, as another insult, the detective refuses to try the lamb, telling Spike that he's not sure what they're trying to pass off on their customers, while Ms. Poultry threatens to call the health department before the two depart. This, of course, leads to a new specialty item, breast of chicken, later on. Over the course of the movie we also learn about the Undertaker, Spike and Docs, friend, and his shady practices, the reason that Doc was kicked out of medical school, why women shouldn't hang out with detectives if they value their lives, how meals our named to add a little sarcasm to the killing and grilling business, and that the local police department/detectives in this movie are obviously as responsible, through bumbling, for the murders as the killers themselves.
The only unfortunate that the DVD has to offer is its quality, something I would have liked a bit more of, but asking that of a cheaper movie is asking a lot. Besides, it isn't too terrible and the movie itself, rolling punchlines through a veritable valley of gore, makes this issue only a small nuisance during an otherwise overly enjoyable experience.