STRIPPER POLE AT THE END OF THE WORLD by Eric Beetner (Schlock Zone Drive-In)

Short, pulp horror from hardboiled crime writer, Eric Beetner. It’s the end of society as we know it. Janet has lost her fiancé, her job and her leg. Yes, in an explosion she lost her leg, forearm and was left needing a metal plate in her head! The Collapse hasn’t been kind to Janet. Struggling on a prosthetic leg which doesn’t fit properly, and trying to use crutches with half an arm she travels across Center City to look for a job at Sammy’s strip club, a strip club which employs damaged girls, like Janet. Unfortunately for Janet, travelling with one leg is the least of her worries. Groups of starving cannibals roam the city seeking out fresh meat to satisfy their hunger.

When the strip club is attacked by a gang of cannibals, Janet and the occupants of the club: a regular pervert; some bikers Sammy, the fat owner; a barman with a haunted past; and the other damaged girls, must fight to survive, and Janet is a survivor – a survivor dancing the stripper pole at the end of the world…

STRIPPER POLE AT THE END OF THE WORLD isn’t exactly what I’d associate with Eric Beenter, the man behind hardboiled crime novels like THE DEVIL DOESN’T WANT ME, RUMRUNNERS and RUN FOR THE MONEY. Beetner is part of the new generation of noir crime a writer’s, whereas STRIPPER POLE AT THE END OF THE WORLD is homage to 70’s and 80’s schlock horror, like Romero’s DAWN OF THE DEAD and Raimi’s EVIL DEAD. STRIPPER POLE AT THE END OF THE WORLD is set in a near futuristic world like Carpenter’s ESCAPE FROM NEW YORK, and because Janet is under siege in a strip club – with the usual array of characters – it reminded me of Tarantino’s FROM DUSK TILL DAWN.

STRIPPER POLE AT THE END OF THE WORLD is pulp goodness, that’ll leave you reminiscing about watching all those classic horror films in your geeky, fun-loving youth. (Jack Bantry)

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About jackbantry

Jack Bantry is the editor of Splatterpunk Zine. He works as a postman and resides in a small town at the edge of the North York Moors.
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