All the thoughts I had while watching this "masterpiece" were about the following: did Ed Wood really teach anyone how to make movies; how could people agree to participate in such a project; and who watched this back in the day and helped this, too big for such crap, pile of celluloid to survive to this day? After watching the second, supposedly Fulci's "Zombies" I was ready for anything, but this... What sane person would believe characters who, watching a child dying of a bullet wound, push ten minutes of over-the-top dialogue, staring at the camera with a detached look instead of looking for a doctor?
And what about the "zombies", stomping around and waving their clumsily twisted little hands, obviously not even intending to eat anyone! That's why more than once during the movie the characters had to force their limbs into the mouths of the revived dead (many of which look much better than the "live" actors and, unlike them, manage to smile obviously in the background)!
Separate mention should be made of the unexpected insertions of wildlife shots, clearly stolen from National Geographic, and often cutting off the eye by their irrelevance (I was especially impressed by the ridiculous and totally implausible montage of the moment where the aborigine breastfeeds a baby, while allegedly eating worms from a rotting skull).
All in all, the film is ridiculous from every angle, but nevertheless, I never once had the desire to turn it off without finishing watching it. Yes, thrash definitely has its own magnetism, and "Hell of the Living Dead" is clearly one of its brightest representatives.