Cannibals in the Streets occupies that peculiar middle ground where ambitious exploitation cinema meets budgetary reality, resulting in a film that's neither memorably trashy nor genuinely effective. This 1980 entry into Italy's zombie boom feels like a workmanlike effort from a director clearly more comfortable behind the camera than wrestling with coherent storytelling.
The film's greatest asset lies in its grimy urban atmosphere. Margheriti and his cinematographer capture a decaying cityscape that feels authentically post-apocalyptic, with shadowy alleyways and abandoned buildings providing a suitably oppressive backdrop. The practical effects, while uneven, occasionally achieve moments of genuine visceral impact - particularly in the film's more intimate attack sequences where close-quarters camera work heightens the claustrophobic terror.
John Saxon delivers a committed performance as the weary scientist, bringing gravitas to material that doesn't always deserve it. His weathered presence anchors scenes that might otherwise drift into unintentional comedy. Elizabeth Turner, as the resourceful journalist, demonstrates solid screen presence despite being saddled with dialogue that veers between exposition-heavy and laughably stilted.
Where "Cannibals in the Streets" stumbles is in its pacing and tonal consistency. Margheriti seems uncertain whether he's crafting a serious horror film or embracing the genre's more exploitative elements. This indecision results in sequences that feel disconnected, with momentum frequently grinding to a halt for unnecessary subplot diversions. The film's final act, while featuring some of its most intense moments, feels rushed and somewhat arbitrary in its resolution.
The score deserves particular mention for its effectively minimalist approach, using synthesized drones and sudden musical stings to create unease without overwhelming the sound design. However, some dubbing issues typical of the era occasionally pull viewers out of crucial dramatic moments.
