Director: Andrea Bianchi
Depending on which horror lover you ask, Andrea Bianchi's cheap, shamelessly exploitative Burial Ground is either a work of profound ineptitude or one of those always wonderful so-bad-it's-good treats; obviously, the latter crowd is present here.
Admittedly, though, Burial Ground is for the most passionate of flesh-eater movie fans only, not for anyone who cares about such things as story, acting, or even makeup effects. The same goes for supporters of originality, since Bianchi's film apes the plot of Night of the Living Dead, revolving around a group of characters trapped inside an unfamiliar location (here, it's a mansion-like estate, not a meager farmhouse) as hordes of walking cadavers rip them apart one by one.
At least Bianchi had a ghastly imagination. Unlike the zombies in most other, better movies, the creatures in Burial Ground strategize in ways that make the moronic human characters expose themselves near (inexplicably) open windows, resulting in one wonderful scene in which a character's head gets slowly cut off by a massive sickle. Also worth mentioning is the image of a woman's breast getting bitten off by her zombified son; the biter is played by Peter Bark, an adult dwarf who you're supposed to believe is a pre-teen kid who still breast-feeds. It's Burial Ground's crowning achievement in ridiculousness.
Bark's astounding weirdness alone makes Burial Ground worth a drunken rental on an otherwise uneventful night.