Yummy

If you ever had any reservations about medical tourism in Eastern Europe, Yummy will confirm your suspicions and then some.

A mom and daughter duo from the Netherlands, visit a decrepit century-old hospital for a tummy tuck and boob job. With an exterior that looks like you’d need to have your tetanus shots up to date, it’s certainly not the kind of pristine facility you’d get in say, South Beach or Beverly Hills.

The daughter’s dweeb hemophobic (that’s hemo, not homo) hubby, Michael, is there to provide emotional support as they’re welcomed to the institution by what looks like the hostess from a downmarket steak house, and pawned off on a skinny drug fiend orderly to give them a tour of the premises.

Eagle-eyed Mike spots a noticeable indifference to EU healthcare protocols, not to mention absence of oversight re: his wife’s blood type, something that’s probably good to have top-of-mind ahead of surgery.

And before too long, the trio, along with a German actor getting some, er, below-the-waist treatment away from the prying eyes of paparazzi, are on the run from hissing, rapacious patient-zombies.

Yummy offers occasionally levity and slapstick, especially when it comes to hapless Michael’s fear of blood and accident proneness.

But what really stands out is just how bloody Yummy is. There are entrails strewn all over and you’d be hard pressed to find more bloodletting outside of maybe Peter Jackson’s Dead Alive/Braindead.

Body parts get severed, and there’s carnage aplenty – all for the good.

***1/2 (out of 5)

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