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Summary: HAVE YOU EVER HAD AN EGYPTIAN FEAST??
Review: Unleashed in drive-in theaters back in 1963, H.G. Lewis's "Blood Feast" shocked and revolutionized the horror genre. Clearly an exploitation film, it was the first to make stomach-churning gore the main attraction. Of course, the effects are cheesy by today's standards. The blood itself looks too much like acrylic paint, and the mutilated tissue was generously piled on top of the skin. Also, while the low-budget plotline is grossly predictable, the soap opera acting is both dreadful and hysterical. Nevertheless, "Blood Feast" is a delectable cult masterpiece of camp. It allowed Lewis to freely assemble a series of twisted slasher flicks, including "Two Thousand Maniacs!," "The Wizard of Gore," and "The Gore Gore Girls."
Actor Mal Arnold plays Fuad Ramses, a diabolical serial killer who runs an exotic catering shop and publishes a book titled "Ancient Weird Religious Rites." Spewing forth his dialogue, he sports a black mortician's suit and a fake pair of blue-grey eyebrows. In addition, he owns a secret hideout where he worships the statue of Ishtar, Egypt's Mother of the Dark Sun. (Actually, she's nothing more than a department store mannequin painted in gold and cheaply draped in blue fabric!) Then, when Dorothy Freemont asks Fuad to prepare a dinner party for her daughter Suzette (Playboy's Connie Mason), he decides to concoct an authentic feast for the goddess. Simmering in a cauldron is a butcher's buffet of body parts that will supposedly resurrect Ishtar from her tomb. Meanwhile, a homicide detective named Pete (William Kerwin) and the Bureau's Chief Frank (Scott Hall) are busy investigating the many grusome murders that plague the city. Both of these actors can be quite dull, since they are not given that much to do in the film. In fact, if you look at Hall carefully, you will realize that he's reading his own lines off the palm of his hand! Anyway, Pete and Frank are frustrated because the perpetrator seems to disappear without a trace, not leaving even one fingerprint behind. Can anybody guess who the killer is? You guessed it! It's none other than Ramses himself!
Walking in broad daylight with an obvious limp, he stalks scantily clad women and cuts them down to size with a machete (a weapon that was later borrowed by Jason Voorhees in the "Friday the 13th" franchise!). Before the opening credits even appear, Ramses attacks a beautiful blond soaking in a bathtub. After stabbing her in the eye socket, he carves off the shin of her leg, allowing the bone to protrude from her thigh! Then, he enters an empty beach and extracts the brains of a bikini girl named Marcy. Much later on, Ramses manages to get his third victim in a cheap motel room. Holding her down on the bed, he rips out the shrieking woman's tongue with his bare hands! Last but not least, as he puts the finishing touches on the blood feast, he kidnaps Truly Sanders, Suzette's best friend. After chaining her to the dungeon wall, Ramses flogs her to death in an act of sadomasochistic torture. I don't want to reveal the graphic ending of this movie, but let's just say that poor Ramses is chased by the law and is taken out with the trash.
What is most entertaining about "Blood Feast" is how the Egyptian legend is revealed through a history lesson attended by Pete and Suzette. 5,000 years ago, Ishtar was a deity whose love is steeped in violence and suffering. In the beginning of spring, when the Nile river gave life to the land, the people visited the goddess's temple and indulged in 6 full days of wild orgies. Then, on the 7th day, 20 virgins were sacrificed on the altar. Their blood was collected in silver bowls and fresh organs were cooked and eaten by the crowd.
I encourage you freaks and lunatics to try "Blood Feast" at least once. Although it's not the best one directed by Lewis, it's certainly not the worst work either. If you are too intimidated by how I described this movie, then I suggest you have hamburgers for dinner instead.
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Summary: The film that gave birth to the genre of gory movies
Review: Blood Feast, the brain child of goremeister Herschell Gordon Lewis is one of the most important horrible movies ever made. Without question, the movie really, really stinks in more ways than I would have thought possible, but this, ladies and gentlemen, 1963's Blood Feast, gave birth to the blood and gore genre we know and love today. One man, H.G. Lewis, decided he was going to make a statement; he was going to shock people; he was going to give people gore as they had never seen it before; nothing could stop him, not the atrocious script, not the mind bogglingly bad actors, not his insistence to never shoot a scene more than three times no matter how awful it came out, and not the lack of any funds whatsoever; as long as Lewis could afford barrels of Karo syrup, he was happy. Looking back now, it's pretty hard to believe that this level of gore actually shocked people in the early 1960s, but history tells us that it did. Believe me, we've come a long way since then, but it was H.G. Lewis who blazed the trail we tread today.On the face of it, Blood Feast would seem to have some good things going for it: a catered feast secretly prepared with human blood and body parts, the influence of an ancient Egyptian religious rite, a number of dead bodies, and even a Playboy playmate in the form of Connie Mason (Miss June 1963). Despite all this, though, the movie drops an H bomb from the very first moment. Plot-wise, you have a series of gruesome murders striking fear all over town, with the killer bagging nubile young women at a rate of 3-4 a week. From each victim he takes a different body part (each time it looks like intestines to me, yet it can be an eyeball, an arm, a heart, whatever). The killer needs these "ingredients" so that he can bring the blood-thirsty goddess Ishtar back to life. The police are clueless, and I do mean clueless; they smoke cigarettes and sit at their desks as hard as they possibly can - heck, the chief even bangs his hand on the desk every now and again - but they just can't come up with a single clue (largely because they can't recognize a clue if it falls on top of them like a ton of bricks). Meanwhile, a wealthy woman is planning for her daughter's birthday celebration and, as a special surprise, she hires Fuad Ramses to cater the party. Ramses promises her an authentic Egyptian feast, and this idea goes over like gangbusters because daughter Suzette just so happens to be attending weekly lectures on ancient Egyptian cults. Suzette also happens to be the girl of one of the town's only two detectives, so you see how all of this starts fitting together. While the gore is pretty unspectacular from our modern viewpoint, Lewis succeeds quite well at times. We don't actually get to see the actual killings, of course, but there are plenty of shots of our killer pulling out parts of human bodies in his blood-soaked hands, mixing up a batch of young woman blood soup, hacking off limbs and such, and of course cooking such delicacies. Lewis makes a point of admiring his gruesome handiwork, oftentimes panning the camera slowly across the whole body of a mutilated, blood-spattered, thoroughly dead victim. There is one scene in particular that impressed me, involving the appearance of a girl who has a sunken cavity in her chest where her heart used to be. By and large, though, the gore is quite campy to us modern-day horror fans, but one should try to appreciate it in its proper context. I can't conclude without addressing the performances of the actors and actresses involved with this movie. This may well be the worst assembly of hopeless actors I've ever seen. I don't know where Lewis found these people. You can't just take people off the street and have them perform this badly; it takes years of devoted practice to become this bad a performer. Lewis must have had some of these kids in a bad actor's training camp from the time they could talk in order to coax such wooden, ridiculously bad performances out of them. Then there is the terrible music, which continually takes one of three forms: endless repetition of two drum beats, the playing of a kazoo-like instrument, and terrible pipe organ music of the type that worked well alongside silent movies but does not work at all in this film. Basically, Blood Feast is a horribly campy, low-budget, sub-B horror movie that now serves as hilarious entertainment which can not be taken the least bit seriously. Were it not for its importance as the first true blood and gore film, this would be just another forgettable trek through the dark forest of bad horror movies. Its historic importance to the genre, however, makes it a film every gorehound must watch and pay homage to in some way.
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Summary: Thank you, Herschell Gordon Lewis!
Review: In 1963 Herschell Gordon Lewis, an independent filmmaker best known for making limited release "cutie" pictures, changed forever the face of American cinema when he released "Blood Feast." This film, as low budget as you could possibly get, heralded the era of the gore film. While it would be quite some time before Hollywood caught on to the fact that certain segments of the movie going public hungered for films containing nauseating scenes of explicit violence, H.G. Lewis took one look at the receipts for "Blood Feast" and decided he better quickly make another movie similar to this one. What followed was a series of gruesome zero budget shockers, films like "The Wizard of Gore," "A Taste of Blood," "2000 Maniacs," "Color Me Blood Red," and "The Gruesome Twosome." Lewis lensed the downright offensive "The Gore-Gore Girls" before retiring from the film business in 1972 in order to devote his time to join the advertising industry. It wasn't until 2002 that the director returned to form with "Blood Feast 2: All U Can Eat," a movie which proved beyond a doubt that the Godfather of Gore still has what it takes to gross out an audience. "Blood Feast" introduces us to a cast of intriguing characters set against lush, expensive set pieces crafted by the best designers money could buy in 1963. Moreover, the actors employed by Lewis represent the cream of Hollywood talent, surpassing the likes of Henry Fonda, Marlon Brando, Katherine Hepburn, and nearly any other legendary thespians imaginable. Yeah right. This is zero budget schlock, folks, the sort of movie you would make on a home movie camera if you didn't think your parents would ground you for wasting film stock. What we get in "Blood Feast" is an insane Egyptian caterer named Fuad Ramses (Mal Arnold) lurching around slaughtering local ladies in order to prepare a feast made out of their body parts to fulfill some sick ritual to the goddess Ishtar. Ramses intends to present his bloody course at the wedding party of a brainless young lady (played by Connie Mason, an actress with the allure of a speed bump) until the local cops step in and end his bloody spree (Lewis regular Bill Kerwin plays one of the police officers). There isn't anything more to it than that. Well, there are a few killings, gruesome little scenes like the trepanning on the beach, the tongue extraction, and the flashback to the Ishtar ritual where a guy in some cheesy get up removes what looks like a heart from some woman's chest. But you're not really interested in any of those scenes, are you? Of course you are! The ONLY reason a viewer would submit themselves to the agony of a H.G. Lewis film is to see the gore! The incredibly lame acting, the wooden pacing, the slipshod editing, and the brain numbing dialogue certainly wouldn't pack in the crowds. Yes, the gore is a lot of fun here, with some of Lewis's best grue scenes ever gracing the hallowed halls of "Blood Feast." The drooping tongue alone should secure this guy a place in the pantheon of gore cinema. Still, fans that know and love Herschell like I do get a kick out of the other aspects of his films. I loved the soundtrack to this schlockfest, a mix of monotonous drumbeats, strings, and hypercheesy flashes of organ during those scenes where something "important" happens. As good as the soundtrack sounds here (!), the acting really grabbed my attention. Kerwin gives one of his worst performances here as the cop who wouldn't recognize a clue if it came up and tore his tongue out. Connie Mason turns in a bravura performance as the young airhead whose mother hires Fuad Ramses to cater her wedding party. Sweet, seductive Connie couldn't act her way into a paper bag, let alone out of one. If you can keep a straight face when you notice her reading dialogue off of cue cards, you are a bigger man than I. And that guy crying on the beach! Oh man, my friends, OH MAN!
I guess we should not express too much surprise that the first gore film ever made looks like the mess that is "Blood Feast." An unpopular genre like this one would never draw big buck investors or heavy studio support from Hollywood. Even today, the gore film--an extreme gore film--tends to rely on a miniscule budget compared to most other movies in different genres. After viewing many of Lewis's films I still cannot figure out how in the heck he convinced people to play these atrocities anywhere in the country. I understand the lure of a buck provides incentives aplenty to screen even the most egregious tripe, but the sordid gore in a Lewis film pushes the envelope beyond the bursting point. The director has stated on several occasions that censors did hack his films to pieces in some regions, but many prints made it through unscathed. How? In 1963? I wish I could go back in time and see "Blood Feast" in a theater just so I could watch the audience reactions. The DVD edition of "Blood Feast" is one of the best Lewis discs available. You get an entertaining commentary track with Lewis and his partner David Friedman, stills aplenty, nearly fifty minutes of silent outtakes, a trailer, and an odd short film about carving meat (no joke!) starring Bill Kerwin and Harvey Korman (!). Parts of the film look magnificent for such an ancient motion picture, while other parts look like they went through a washing machine. Still, the gore comes through in bright color, no amount of poor picture quality could mar the ghastly acting, and the soundtrack sounds great. Get it, watch it, love it!
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Summary: The Blood Trilogy
Review: Starring: William Kerwin, Mal Arnold, Connie Mason, Lyn Bolton, Candi Conder, Elyn Warner Director: Herschell Gordon Lewis Herschell Gordon Lewis' pioneering gore films in deluxe Special Editions. Blood Feast (1963, 67 minutes) Mrs. Fremont hires crackpot Egyptian cultist Fuad Ramses to cater a party - and he prepares a Blood Feast made from the grisly body parts of nubile young women. The world's first gore film! Two Thousand Maniacs (1964, 87 minutes) The 2000 Maniacs of a small Southern town celebrate the 100th anniversary of the Civil War by forcing a handful of Northerners to serve as guests in their macabre, blood-crazed fun and games. Color Me Blood Red (1965, 79 minutes) When his girlfriend, Gigi, cuts her finger on a frame, maniacal artist Adam Sorg discovers a new shade of crimson that will make his artwork so special - human blood! Please Note: Three-Disc Set. Additional information Copyright: Image Entertainment Special Features: Audio Commentary, Interactive Menus, Photo Gallery, Theatrical Trailer, Scene Access, Outtakes Video Format: Standard 1.33:1 [4:3] Audio Tracks: English: Dolby Digital Mono # Discs: 3 Layers: Single # Sides: One running time of 233 minutes.
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Summary: giving this movie any less than 5 STARS!!! is a CRIME!!!!!!!
Review: WHY IS IT A CRIME?????????because this movie is the mother of all BLOOD/GORE movies!!!!!this is were it all started!!! and if you don't LOVE this movie then your just insulting the GENRE!!!THANKS!!!! H.G.LEWIS your the MANNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Summary: Thank you, Herschell Gordon Lewis!
Review: In 1963 Herschell Gordon Lewis, an independent filmmaker best known for making limited release "cutie" pictures, changed forever the face of American cinema when he released "Blood Feast." This film, as low budget as you could possibly get, heralded the era of the gore film. While it would be quite some time before Hollywood caught on to the fact that certain segments of the movie going public hungered for films containing nauseating scenes of explicit violence, H.G. Lewis took one look at the receipts for "Blood Feast" and decided he better quickly make another movie similar to this one. What followed was a series of gruesome zero budget shockers, films like "The Wizard of Gore," "A Taste of Blood," "2000 Maniacs," "Color Me Blood Red," and "The Gruesome Twosome." Lewis lensed the downright offensive "The Gore-Gore Girls" before retiring from the film business in 1972 in order to devote his time to join the advertising industry. It wasn't until 2002 that the director returned to form with "Blood Feast 2: All U Can Eat," a movie which proved beyond a doubt that the Godfather of Gore still has what it takes to gross out an audience. "Blood Feast" introduces us to a cast of intriguing characters set against lush, expensive set pieces crafted by the best designers money could buy in 1963. Moreover, the actors employed by Lewis represent the cream of Hollywood talent, surpassing the likes of Henry Fonda, Marlon Brando, Katherine Hepburn, and nearly any other legendary thespians imaginable. Yeah right. This is zero budget schlock, folks, the sort of movie you would make on a home movie camera if you didn't think your parents would ground you for wasting film stock. What we get in "Blood Feast" is an insane Egyptian caterer named Fuad Ramses (Mal Arnold) lurching around slaughtering local ladies in order to prepare a feast made out of their body parts to fulfill some sick ritual to the goddess Ishtar. Ramses intends to present his bloody course at the wedding party of a brainless young lady (played by Connie Mason, an actress with the allure of a speed bump) until the local cops step in and end his bloody spree (Lewis regular Bill Kerwin plays one of the police officers). There isn't anything more to it than that. Well, there are a few killings, gruesome little scenes like the trepanning on the beach, the tongue extraction, and the flashback to the Ishtar ritual where a guy in some cheesy get up removes what looks like a heart from some woman's chest. But you're not really interested in any of those scenes, are you? Of course you are! The ONLY reason a viewer would submit themselves to the agony of a H.G. Lewis film is to see the gore! The incredibly lame acting, the wooden pacing, the slipshod editing, and the brain numbing dialogue certainly wouldn't pack in the crowds. Yes, the gore is a lot of fun here, with some of Lewis's best grue scenes ever gracing the hallowed halls of "Blood Feast." The drooping tongue alone should secure this guy a place in the pantheon of gore cinema. Still, fans that know and love Herschell like I do get a kick out of the other aspects of his films. I loved the soundtrack to this schlockfest, a mix of monotonous drumbeats, strings, and hypercheesy flashes of organ during those scenes where something "important" happens. As good as the soundtrack sounds here (!), the acting really grabbed my attention. Kerwin gives one of his worst performances here as the cop who wouldn't recognize a clue if it came up and tore his tongue out. Connie Mason turns in a bravura performance as the young airhead whose mother hires Fuad Ramses to cater her wedding party. Sweet, seductive Connie couldn't act her way into a paper bag, let alone out of one. If you can keep a straight face when you notice her reading dialogue off of cue cards, you are a bigger man than I. And that guy crying on the beach! Oh man, my friends, OH MAN!
I guess we should not express too much surprise that the first gore film ever made looks like the mess that is "Blood Feast." An unpopular genre like this one would never draw big buck investors or heavy studio support from Hollywood. Even today, the gore film--an extreme gore film--tends to rely on a miniscule budget compared to most other movies in different genres. After viewing many of Lewis's films I still cannot figure out how in the heck he convinced people to play these atrocities anywhere in the country. I understand the lure of a buck provides incentives aplenty to screen even the most egregious tripe, but the sordid gore in a Lewis film pushes the envelope beyond the bursting point. The director has stated on several occasions that censors did hack his films to pieces in some regions, but many prints made it through unscathed. How? In 1963? I wish I could go back in time and see "Blood Feast" in a theater just so I could watch the audience reactions. The DVD edition of "Blood Feast" is one of the best Lewis discs available. You get an entertaining commentary track with Lewis and his partner David Friedman, stills aplenty, nearly fifty minutes of silent outtakes, a trailer, and an odd short film about carving meat (no joke!) starring Bill Kerwin and Harvey Korman (!). Parts of the film look magnificent for such an ancient motion picture, while other parts look like they went through a washing machine. Still, the gore comes through in bright color, no amount of poor picture quality could mar the ghastly acting, and the soundtrack sounds great. Get it, watch it, love it!
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Summary: CLASSIC LOW BUDGET TRASH
Review: Back in the dark days of the 1980's, Margaret Thatcher's stern and puritanical government decided that badly made low-budget horror movies were interfering with the British public's ability to maintain a stiff upper lip, and promptly banned them all. They became popularly known as "video nasties" and VHS copies of the best (or worst) of them became much sought after in the UK. This is one of the oldest and most notorious of the nasties, directed (if that's the right word) by HG Lewis, who pretty much started the whole gore/splatter movie genre single handed, way back in 1963. I love this film even though it has to be said that most people would probably walk several miles to avoid seeing it. "Bloodfeast" is definitely in the "so bad it's good" category as well as being in seriously poor taste. It's basically an exploitation movie aimed at the teenage drive-in audience of the time, with the added ingredients of serial killing/mutilation, countless gallons of fake blood, and one very large tongue.... It was obviously made on a shoestring budget: the camerawork, "special effects" and "musical" soundtrack are all extremely poor, and as if that wasn't bad enough, the plot and dialogue are (to put it mildly) also very weak and the "acting" is absolutely hopeless. The movie stars Playboy playmate Connie Mason as a student called Suzette who has a fascination for ancient Egypt. It begins with a radio news item about murders of young women in Suzette's small American town, and we soon discover the weird looking culprit - a deranged Egyptian cultist who also owns an "exotic" catering company and goes by the unlikely name of Fuad Ramses. Suzette's mother decides to hire Fuad to serve up an Egyptian meal for her daughter's upcoming 21st birthday and that's when the fun begins.... Fuad has been preparing an ancient Egyptian "blood feast", whose main aim is to resurrect the goddess Ishtar and whose main ingredients are various body parts of young women (hence the killings). In preparation for Suzette's birthday surprise he not only intensifies his murderfest (and clearly enjoys his work!) but aims to make Suzette his final victim. The resulting gore looks fairly mild by today's standards and is about as unrealistic as it's possible to get, but it comes thick and fast while the tomato ketchup keeps flowing very freely indeed. Fuad's plans are eventually foiled, but not before one completely over the top scene in which a victim has her tongue ripped out, and the fact that the tongue is so huge that it's obviously not human in origin only enhances one of "Bloodfeast's" many moments of accidental greatness. The movie has been very well transferred to dvd, and this edition also features some great extras: masses of outtakes, commentary from Lewis and producer David Friedman (full of hilarious anecdotes about this and other movies), a quaint film about the joys of carving meat and more.... Encouraged by the success of "Bloodfeast", Lewis soon followed it up with the equally tasteless "2000 Maniacs" and "Colour me blood red" (the three films became known as the "blood trilogy") and if you like "Bloodfeast" you'll enjoy them all. You should check out the "The gore gore girls" too.
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Summary: Everything bad means everything's great
Review: These movies are definitely an acquired taste, but love him or hate him, you have to respect a man like Herschell Gordon Lewis. He is a filmmaker truly dedicated to his vision, and thanks to producer David Friedman, made movies that were definitely stepping stones in the future development of horror. The gore on films like Night of the Living Dead probably wouldn't have been made if not for the success of these low-budget terrors. To him, I give my props.
Blood Feast: 4/5 stars
Two Thousand Maniacs: 5/5 stars
Color Me Blood Red: 2/5 stars Bad and good, it's entertaining all the way through. Recommended for fans of b-movies or students of horror interested in seeing the real origins of gore.
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Summary: Boring...with bright red paint, that is susposed to blood
Review: Alright to start out this review I wanna add that I respect this movie becuase of the year, it was probally the sickest movie in that time period, but now in 2004 it seems that movie has an attempt to try to gross out its audiences. It didn't work for me becuase I felt that the killing scenes we dull and boring. Not to metion the fact the color of the blood was so bright red, paint red, and the acting was terribal. so terribal it seemed like the acters were reading their scipts while being filmed, it was so bad. The main acter, killer guy looked like Kramer from seinfeild.
Now...... I can't give this movie all bad reasons, there were some things that were alright, and that was the storyline, But the main psycho guy, did a terribal job acting like he believed in egpytion Gods. So thats it...... Just the storyline that was alright. The rest was absolutly, positively, boring.
..................Lot of Love, John............
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Summary: HAVE YOU EVER HAD AN EGYPTIAN FEAST??
Review: Unleashed in drive-in theaters back in 1963, H.G. Lewis's "Blood Feast" shocked and revolutionized the horror genre. Clearly an exploitation film, it was the first to make stomach-churning gore the main attraction. Of course, the effects are cheesy by today's standards. The blood itself looks too much like acrylic paint, and the mutilated tissue was generously piled on top of the skin. Also, while the low-budget plotline is grossly predictable, the soap opera acting is both dreadful and hysterical. Nevertheless, "Blood Feast" is a delectable cult masterpiece of camp. It allowed Lewis to freely assemble a series of twisted slasher flicks, including "Two Thousand Maniacs!," "The Wizard of Gore," and "The Gore Gore Girls."
Actor Mal Arnold plays Fuad Ramses, a diabolical serial killer who runs an exotic catering shop and publishes a book titled "Ancient Weird Religious Rites." Spewing forth his dialogue, he sports a black mortician's suit and a fake pair of blue-grey eyebrows. In addition, he owns a secret hideout where he worships the statue of Ishtar, Egypt's Mother of the Dark Sun. (Actually, she's nothing more than a department store mannequin painted in gold and cheaply draped in blue fabric!) Then, when Dorothy Freemont asks Fuad to prepare a dinner party for her daughter Suzette (Playboy's Connie Mason), he decides to concoct an authentic feast for the goddess. Simmering in a cauldron is a butcher's buffet of body parts that will supposedly resurrect Ishtar from her tomb. Meanwhile, a homicide detective named Pete (William Kerwin) and the Bureau's Chief Frank (Scott Hall) are busy investigating the many grusome murders that plague the city. Both of these actors can be quite dull, since they are not given that much to do in the film. In fact, if you look at Hall carefully, you will realize that he's reading his own lines off the palm of his hand! Anyway, Pete and Frank are frustrated because the perpetrator seems to disappear without a trace, not leaving even one fingerprint behind. Can anybody guess who the killer is? You guessed it! It's none other than Ramses himself!
Walking in broad daylight with an obvious limp, he stalks scantily clad women and cuts them down to size with a machete (a weapon that was later borrowed by Jason Voorhees in the "Friday the 13th" franchise!). Before the opening credits even appear, Ramses attacks a beautiful blond soaking in a bathtub. After stabbing her in the eye socket, he carves off the shin of her leg, allowing the bone to protrude from her thigh! Then, he enters an empty beach and extracts the brains of a bikini girl named Marcy. Much later on, Ramses manages to get his third victim in a cheap motel room. Holding her down on the bed, he rips out the shrieking woman's tongue with his bare hands! Last but not least, as he puts the finishing touches on the blood feast, he kidnaps Truly Sanders, Suzette's best friend. After chaining her to the dungeon wall, Ramses flogs her to death in an act of sadomasochistic torture. I don't want to reveal the graphic ending of this movie, but let's just say that poor Ramses is chased by the law and is taken out with the trash.
What is most entertaining about "Blood Feast" is how the Egyptian legend is revealed through a history lesson attended by Pete and Suzette. 5,000 years ago, Ishtar was a deity whose love is steeped in violence and suffering. In the beginning of spring, when the Nile river gave life to the land, the people visited the goddess's temple and indulged in 6 full days of wild orgies. Then, on the 7th day, 20 virgins were sacrificed on the altar. Their blood was collected in silver bowls and fresh organs were cooked and eaten by the crowd.
I encourage you freaks and lunatics to try "Blood Feast" at least once. Although it's not the best one directed by Lewis, it's certainly not the worst work either. If you are too intimidated by how I described this movie, then I suggest you have hamburgers for dinner instead.
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