A zombie product line becomes the skeleton for the most unhinged corporate satire ever animated. The joke is grotesque and obvious and somehow still lands every single time because the film commits completely to the disgust, never winking at the audience or apologizing for how far it goes. By the time a cosmetics ad plays straight while zombies dissolve into their component parts, you're laughing at something that should make you sick.
When Flesh Inc. perfected the art of farming the undead in 1960s Japan, nobody questioned what they were really selling. Now zombies are ingredients: ground into burgers, liquified into soft drinks, processed into every consumer product imaginable. The system works flawlessly, right up until three fresh graduates show up for their first day at the automated facility and everything goes catastrophically wrong. With the zombie containment breached and the walking dead pouring through every corridor, this mismatched crew has to survive the nightmare together. The young workers represent a generation raised on convenience and digital shortcuts, while their supervisor embodies old-school grit and analog problem-solving. Neither side wants to admit they need the other, but the undead don't care about generational divides. What starts as a corporate horror scenario spirals into absurdist comedy as incompetence, ego clashes, and sheer desperation collide. Survival means swallowing your pride and working with people who drive you crazy. It's brutal, it's ridiculous, and it never lets you predict which direction it's heading next.