You'd think that with a title like 'Zombie Honeymoon,' you'd be watching a comedy...
I was expecting a comedy anyway - something over-the-top gory and squishy, like a TROMA flick. Zombies equal SQUISH, alright? There was some blood and some squish, but far less than your average zombie picture. Not so much Dead Alive or Evil Dead II - it was more on par with Dawn of the Dead or Shaun of the Dead. So we've established that it wasn't really a comedy and it wasn't gory, so I guess that would make it a straight up horror movie? No, that's not right either. The focus of the film was the relationship between the honeymooners, Denise and Danny. So really, it was like a chick flick, with the zombie thing as a minor subplot.
I don't know if the filmmaker meant it this way, but I see the film as a metaphor for what happens in every new marriage - nearly the moment you say "I do" - your spouse turns into this horrible creature that you don't even recognize and you find yourself wondering if you made the worst mistake of your life. You find out your mate has this habit...it may not be a craving for human flesh, but it's something you may or may not be able to live with. (Knowing that my husband will read this, I'm obviously far past that point - I'm over the snoring and he's over my bathroom phobias.) After thinking it through, you decide to stand by your man (or woman), even if he eats your real estate agent, 'til death do you part.
Metaphors aside, Zombie Honeymoon also works as straight horror. I definitely had a clenched feeling in my stomach during several scenes. Catch it in the middle of the night on Showtime.