The occasional moment of weird inspiration (fried batter ball?) does not divert the film from its tedious nature. Like most genre films, its the scrap of narrative plotting (and lame jokes in this case), not the creativity, that drives it when it should be visa-versa. Admittedly a Nazi surf band raises an eyebrow, but this still doesn't live up to its cultist hype.
A really fun premise (and a homage to '60s bloodfests) of two chef brothers killing vegetarian ladies across town then cutting them up to reassemble a body for a Sumerian goddess to inhabit at the behest of their uncle (a talking brain in a jar) never takes off due to lame plotting, shaky performances (the lady cop is the worst), and too much intentional camp for my tastes.