Philosophers have long pondered the question: What would happen if a zombie had no teeth with which to eat brains and other body parts? (Well, if they haven't been pondering this question, they should have been.) Now, at long last, we know the answer: Plenty!
When a toothless Frenchman finds himself the latest victim of a zombie plague, he is befriended by an overly-wholesome family that belongs more in a 1950s sitcom than the world of today. (Except that Father’s hobby is black magic rather than golf, and Granny has a thing for guys from “the continent”, even if they’re not quite among the living…) Half pet, half best friend for young Timmy, and all dead, Jean Claude proves that you don’t have to have brains to eat them. Or something.