The story tells of a young man named Martin who killed his girlfriend with an ax, cuts his arm with a saw, and watches his friends devour the Nazi zombie. Maybe he thinks something is wrong, now Martin will give some return to Colonel Herzog and his expensive Nazi gold. Perhaps in the end, he will gather an army of Colonel Herzog's army.
Dead Snow 2: Red vs. Dead is even more fun than its predecessor, thanks to tight pacing, clever plotting, and an expanded mythology that stays true to its aura.
As bad-taste splatter comedies go, "Dead Snow 2" is one of the more charitably nutty ones, less about gorging on gore than reveling in how silly the whole genre can be.
All this is in the service of humour that, though politically incorrect and in defiantly poor taste, somehow remains too fun ever to seem in any way mean-spirited. And if it gets you laughing - and in particular laughing at Nazis - its work is done.
This grudge match plays like a generic zombie free-for-all, though Wirkola now has the money to shift from a chintzy Evil Dead homage to an elaborate Dead Alive homage.
A big batch of energetic silliness made for people who love zombie movies, but don't mind a little comedy mixed in once in a while. OK, a lot of comedy.
If the movie's hilariously cruel treatment of the halt and the lame upsets you, you can enjoy the crisp cinematography, operatically repulsive effects and frequently witty dialogue.
Wirkola finds room for at least one good sight gag (a zombie commandant becomes frustrated when he is unable to return a 'Sieg heil!' salute due to his chopped-off right arm) before he succumbs to the hee-haw bloodbath of the battle royale finale.
