Revenge/horror motif played out again and again and again, but this time with racial implications. Three drug-dealing thugs look for a stash in a funeral parlor and get the grand tour from Mr. Simms, the truly creepy mortician. As they pass the open caskets, Simms relates gruesome stories about the occupants' deaths to the increasingly restless young men. Each one of them falls to the vengeance of the supernatural theme, and it gets truly old. Nothing original is introduced, except that most of the stories take place in an urban setting. Produced by Spike Lee in an attempt to prove that bad horror doesn't discriminate, either. --Keith Simanton
Hey, man, you got your piece on you?
Well if some dead motherfucker comes fuckin' with you, you kill his ass! Got it?
Hold up, Bulldog! How ya supposed to kill somethin' that's already dead?
Yeah, how ya supposed to kill somethin' that's already dead? That's like killin' some shit twice!
Like refryin' some beans 'n shit! I never did get that. Why not just fry that shit right the first time?