Some movies you rent just for the title. It's how Troma has remained so successful for over 30 years. I mean, why else would you pick up a film called STUFF STEPHANIE IN THE INCINERATOR? That's the selling point of FLIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD, the best-titled horror film since SHAUN OF THE DEAD, and, luckily, the film's actually pretty fun too. Don't get me wrong – it's not great, but it works. It's a lot like riding on a shitty-budget airline that serves extremely warm soda but you're sitting next to a very talkative comedian that you like, say, Carrot Top and he wants to try his new material out for you.

OK, maybe that's not the best analogy.

At 35,000 feet, a commercial airplane gets wind of a sickness worse than food poisoning – a mutated zombie outbreak that slowly infects the whole plane, thanks to bumbling scientists who lock the test zombie in an improperly-locked mini-fridge in the cargo hold. The next hour follows SNAKES ON A PLANE to an almost exact T – and you know how much I freakin' loved SNAKES ON A PLANE. Zombies rip throats as they bust through bathroom windows and grab losers from holes in the floor. There's even a break in the fuselage.

All the stereotypical stock actors are here – the by-the-book cop, the criminal with a heart of gold, the slutty flight attendants, the older square-jawed pilot, the quirky undercover agent and the wigger kids who are always saying "A'ight!" – but the addition of zombies tearing these types to pieces is too much of a fun prospect to pass up.

And sure, on whole the movie is stupid, the dialog atrocious and the acting's one step above dinner theater, but who cares? It's a wild ride from start to finish and you can even leave your cell phone on. That's the power of adding flesh-eating zombies to a proven formula – you never know what you're going to get. Sometimes it's peanuts, and sometimes it's a nice kosher plate while you watch a special episode of TWO AND A HALF MEN on a TV screen embedded in the seat in front of you.