Blood Feast

1963 Dir. Herschell Gordon Lewis An Egyptian caterer (!) with ridiculously bushy eyebrows and a limp messily kills various women in order to use their body parts to resurrect a bug-eyed Egyptian goddess. His bloody work is not at all hampered by ludicrously inept detectives not hot on his trail. This ‘plot’ synopsis is basically a load of old nonsense thrown together in a feeble effort to resemble a story that is really only required in order to connect a series of unrelated and astoundingly bad graphic murder scenes - usually involving bewildered actresses and buckets of corn syrup and red food dye. Produced by exploitation guru David F. Friedman, and economically directed by marketing genius extraordinaire Herschell Gordon Lewis, Blood Feast abounds with an irresistibly impish glee and carefree abandon. With not a shred of decency or taste in sight, hoary old conventions such as plot and story are flung aside in favour of countless close-ups and lingering shots of blood-soake