Elliott Gould scraping rock bottom. TV news-anchor sees something suspicious going down in the parking garage and, having been encouraged to start livening up his news report, follows the men upstairs, where he encounters a drug-smuggling ring. Slapstick comedy with voodoo and TV news satire, both gratingly broad. Very sloppily made, with poor writing and directing (both by Malcolm Marmorstein), a gloppy production and hammy supporting performances. Gould's deadpan charm has been heightened to ill effect (he comes off like a schnook), while Melissa Anderson as his co-host looks attractive but is never given the chance to create a character. Amateur night in Zombie Land. NO STARS from ****
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