In a Taipei tower block, folk go about their business making breakfast, celebrating birthdays, and having drug-fuelled orgies – you know, the usual – when suddenly, a shipment of virus-infected pills starts turning everyone into zombies. An especially gore-heavy brand of mayhem ensues, which would make this an unremarkable bit of cheap tacky genre fluff if it weren’t for the particularly vicious strain of rampant misogyny that metastasises throughout the movie.

It’s not enough for director Joe Chien to make all the women screaming ninnies, but he must also dress them almost exclusively in their bras and panties and ensure the plot finds ways to have them raped from time to time.

The reference to David Fincher’s Fight Club only starts to make sense when the plot jumps a year on and twisted gang bosses are forcing slaves into combat with zombies and each other – which doesn’t make a lot of sense anyway in a world where sentient life must be a short resource.

Apparently, this is a sequel to Chien’s Zombie 108 which, according to reviews, is even nastier. Count me out.