When a Script writer has nothing -- and, I mean, NUH-thing -- to actually write -- and, I mean, NO ideas whatsoever -- he reverts to what he knows best: aggressively foulmouthed dialogue or porn or some combination thereof. Giving moral offense acts as a substitute for writing a story. The Writer opts in the pornographic direction in this one. A couple of guys are stealing people's blood for some reason. (Who cares?) Robert Englund plays some character who runs a club where: . . . men are seen kissing men (oh, my); . . . women are exposing their breasts (uh, huh); . . . and, black leather and deafening electronica are everywhere. Carnies are everywhere. Apparently, it is THEY who inherit the earth after WWIII or whatever. So, we should all start learning how to appreciate fiery baton- twirling. Drug use, "blow jobs," and -- oh, yeah -- some bit of an idea about people getting "zombiefied." Morally offensive. Stupid. A piece of junk. Don't bother.

Looking forward for the combination of director Tobe Hooper and Robert Englund it failed a bit. Not that Englund was bad, he dis a great job but the story was a bit weak and the way it was filmed annoyed me after a while. All those shaky shots and picture over picture didn't do this episode well. Not only that, there's not that much for horror buffs to find, there's no red stuff let even say gore to spot and the way the dead danced was a bit ridiculous. The acting itself was above mediocre and Jessica Lowndes (Peggy) as a newcomer did very well. But the end was predictable too. It sometimes looked a bit like a mess in the 'Doom Room'. Was it the way it was directed or filmed I can't tell. Not my favourite Dance Of The Dead and to be honest it was a bit remade again with Robert Englund in another turkey, Zombie Strippers (2008).Gore 1/5 Nudity 1,5/5 Effects 1,5/5 Story 2,5/5 Comedy 0/5

I don't know if Adam Gierasch watched this entry to the Masters of Horror series, because Jessica Lowndes plays the main role here. Still I liked her more in the Adam G. movie. Even Robert Englund (better known as the Original Freddy Krueger of Nightmare on Elm Street fame) does not convince entirely here.It's not a completely bad installment to the series, but it feels like one of the weaker ones. While it looks really good, it does lack in story and does not convince in character (development). For a series it does have very high production values. Unfortunately after the second season they didn't continue with the series.

"Wow," with a capital W-O-W.After reading the near-unanimous venomous sentiments being spat in the direction of Tobe Hooper's "Masters of Horror" episode, 'Dance of the Dead,' I had the lowest of low expectations. Additionally, I don't consider myself much of a fan of Hooper's oeuvre--save for "Texas Chainsaw" and the "Toolbox Murders" remake, his career has been sketchy, with projects often falling victim to studio meddling and financial troubles.And at first, I thought it was just my low expectations that made 'Dance of the Dead' stand out...but as it progressed, I realized that Hooper had just made a damn good episode. What 'Dance' achieves that most of the other shows have been missing is a personalization of madness and horror. The 'monsters' are not rubber-suited creatures or knife-wielding slashers, but unassuming tropes pulled from everyday life: most prominently, parental loss of control and the corruption of youth. Bio-terrorism, drug use, lurid sex, hypocrisy, nihilism, and the exploitation of the dead also pop up.The notion of 'messages' underlying the horror are bound to throw up a red flag for some, but Richard Christian Matheson's adaptation of his father's short story is ingeniously executed by Hooper, who employs jittery framing and whiplash edits to produce a visceral experience (I've never seen a film simulate a drug high as well as 'Dance of the Dead') that, instead of dulling the social commentary, heightens it in a way that only really becomes apparent once the episode ends. Comparatively, Joe Dante's 'Homecoming' failed because it bypassed horror and hammered us with its message, whereas Hooper strikes an effective balance between the two.There are so many subtle surprises in 'Dance of the Dead' that it's best to keep the plot synopsis brief: In a post-apocalyptic landscape, Peggy (Jessica Lowndes) lives under the watchful eye of her mother, and makes eyes with Jak (Jonathan Tucker), a sensitive rebel who runs blood to the emcee (a wonderfully sleazoid Robert Englund) of a local fetish club where the dead get up and do the titular deed.For all the negative notices 'Dance of the Dead' has received, I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. Hooper has created a short film that is as creepy, hopeless, and frightening as it is moving and deceptively intelligent. A true dark horse in the "Masters of Horror" series, highly recommended.