High concept and low budget intersect in Flesh of my Flesh, a gory zombie romp filled with bullets, betrayal, and bloodshed — and that’s before the zombies get involved!
Flesh of my Flesh chronicles mankind’s final hours in the last great war for existence. A secret hides within our society, within our bodies, our cells, our very DNA. At times, this secret reveals itself — the past, ancient times, prehistory — and those are days of hunger and terror. There are whispers of those times, stories told by descendants of the survivors, but they’re only fragments of the truth — only what we can hear without going mad out of self-preservation. We cannot handle the naked truth. With our machines and medicine and psychology, we think we’ve mastered the terrified monkey within, but when that thin shell of self-deceit tears away, when we face the truth, it shatters our mind. It always has. It always will.
An embedded research team reveals themselves to rescue their own beleaguered rescue party. This triggers a snowball of betrayal, jealousy, love, and redemption, punctuated by bullets, pain, and death. After the bullets, pain, and death come more revelations.
Time: 95 minutes