Right from the start The Underclass grabs you by the throat.  Its spindly fingers reach out, the flesh dripping like a tap that can never be switched off.   It is an intriguing take on the zombie trope; the idea that a sense of consciousness and emotion can remain intact was one that initiated deep thought…is everything that we have seen in Hollywood zombie movies just glorified the creation as brain hungry street walkers?  Imagine dying in some accident only to come to and realise that you are now an undead version of yourself, only your spouse and relations want nothing to do with you?  That is the dilemma that is…