Going for the Finger-Licking Gusto It's opening day at the new American Chicken Bunker, and, as might be expected of a fast-food restaurant built atop an American Indian burial ground, things are going to hell. Outside, a group of protesters led by the frequently topless Collegiate Lesbians Against Mega-Conglomerations (CLAM) vents its outrage at the perpetuators of the chicken holocaust. Inside, Paco Bell (Khalid Rivera) has met with an "accident" while surreptitiously adding his own special sauce to a mélange of fetid chicken parts, and Carl Jr. (Caleb Emerson) is lethally impaled by a mop after attempting some hanky-panky with the reanimated corpse of a slimy roaster. "The chicken," shrieks the burqa-clad line cook Humus (Rose Ghavami), "has declared jihad on us all!" Needless to say, "Poultrygeist: Night of the Chicken Dead" is not for every taste. But within the context of its genre - the satirical sexploitation zombie chicken gross-out musical extravaganza - it is just about as perfect as a film predicated on the joys of projectile vomiting and explosive diarrhea can be. Directed with finger-licking gusto by Lloyd Kaufman, the irrepressible co-founder of Troma Entertainment, "Poultrygeist" plays like a grindhouse analogue to the sloppy, psychosexual provocations of the performance artist Paul McCarthy and is, in its lowbrow way, every bit as liberating. Night of the Chicken Dead Directed by Lloyd Kaufman; written by Gabriel Friedman, Dan Bova and Mr. Kaufman; director of photography, Brendan Flynt; edited by Mr. Friedman; music by Duggie Banas and Jason (Shack) Kozun; production designers, Alyssa Hill and Doug Markuson Jr.; produced by Andy Deemer and Kiel Walker; released by Troma Entertainment. At the Village East, Second Avenue at 12th Street, East Village. WITH: Jason Yachanin (Arbie), Kate Graham (Wendy), Allyson Sereboff (Micki), Robin L. Watkins (Gen. Lee Roy), Rose Ghavami (Humus), Khalid Rivera (Paco Bell) and Caleb Emerson (Carl Jr.).