Herschell Gordon Lewis
The true Godfather of Gore and Splatter. Starting off with sexploitation and looking to expand his repertoire, he invented the
concept of exploiting extreme gore in 1963 with Blood Feast which was a cult hit despite its minuscule budget. He continued making
various exploitation films until his retirement in 1972. Despite the obvious fakery of his low-budget gore effects, they were shockingly extreme, imaginative,
and wrapped in campy & dumb horror fun that demanded not to be taken seriously. In short: a cult, camp director who made entertaining
bad movies and who is respected as a pioneer.
The first splatter movie ever made and the first from Lewis in a line of campy gore movies that are so bad, they're good.
Ramses is a local caterer who worships Ishtar. Since it's time for a blood-feast in honor of the goddess, he runs around
killing young maidens and chopping off body parts for his ritualistic meal in preparation for a catering request. The buckets
of fake blood and body parts are lovingly zoomed into as he pulls out tongues, chops off limbs, hacks off the top of a head, etc.
Will detectives manage to find him in time before the party gets started?
Thirty years after film-retirement and forty after the first Blood Feast, and Lewis has still got it. The only things that have changed
are the gore effects which are more extreme and convincing, but the entertaining mix of camp, splatter, silly comedy, politically incorrect humor
and mediocre acting are all served on a bloody platter as before. Ramses the 3rd re-opens his grandfather's shop and is worshipping Ishtar in no time,
vigorously collecting the ingredients for a blood feast by slicing, chopping, mincing, skinning, and eviscerating the local bimbo models who
prance about half naked and provide the caterer with kidneys, fingers, brains, livers, etc. An eating machine and idiot serve as the local bumbling policemen
and John Waters makes an appropriate cameo. Hit-and-miss campy splatter comedy with extreme gore.
Blood Feast 2: All U Can Eat
Chainsaw Sally Show, The
Go-go strippers are being brutally butchered, inspiring a sexy reporter to hire an arrogant chauvinistic detective to
find the murderer and give her a story while she follows him around like an obedient puppy. The comedy is hit-and-miss, but
mixed with the outrageous gore and H.G.'s other love: nudity, this is, at times, great politically incorrect fun. The gore is H.G. at his most
extreme, featuring face-ripping, eyeball squashing, face frying, face ironing and a butt that is literally hammered to a pulp.
Gore Gore Girls, The
Trashy hillbillies from a mysterious town persuade some passing tourists to take part in their centennial ceremonies
as tribute for some violent event in history. As some meet their gory deaths, the remainder try to escape, and discover
a terrifying secret. Features bad acting, campy horror, and splatter involving a barrel full of nails, a boulder, an axe,
and the quartering of a man with horses.
Two Thousand Maniacs
This has got to be the only splatter movie made by an 80 year old. Not only that, but it's great fun. Herschell Gordon Lewis started the splatter genre in his thirties,
and he's still got it. For the first 20-30 minutes, this may be his best work, but then it becomes the usual Lewis campy so-bad-its-good stuff. This is a silly satire
on TV by way of a game show that dismembers its contestants when they get an answer wrong. A spin of the wheel decides what organ will be chainsawed off by Radial Saw Rex,
and it's time for the audience to cover themselves with plastic. Uh-oh! Don't worry though, they will get their body parts re-attached later, or will they? When the
executives decide to take it to the next level, the weary host of the show, and a reporter who got her boyfriend's head chopped off in the show, fight back. Think
Network by way of Wizard of Gore and Running Man. By the way, the special effects are by Marcus Koch. Kaufman makes an amusing appearance as a pushy pimp with tips
for his hookers, Lewis himself appears as a man who tells gory stories to children, and the splatter is over-the-top and all in the name of silly, bad, cheaply provocative fun.
We wouldn't want it any other way from you Herschell.
Uh-Oh Show, The
A creepy, mysterious magician comes to town to perform gory magic 'tricks' on hypnotized volunteers, only
to reveal that it was all a hallucination. Or was it? Campily explores the usual magician's tricks
with saws and swords and other sharp objects only with gruesome, bloody, intestine-ripping results while the audience
sits mesmerized. Unusually for H.G. Lewis, it even asks bold questions about imagination and reality.
Wizard of Gore
Dull and almost bereft of gore, this third movie in the blood trilogy tells the tale of a mad painter who can't seem to
get his colors right until he discovers blood. His blood, his girl's blood (using her body as a paintbrush), and when
that runs out, he makes use of anyone that passes by. Even the paintings are horrible.
Color Me Blood Red
Silly outing that isn't as fun as Lewis' other camp classics, about an old lady and her retarded boy who make wigs
for a living, only these wigs are 100% human hair cut off 100% humans. One girl does her own sleuthing to track down the murderers.
Gore includes scalping, some neck sawing and disemboweling but not much else.
Gruesome Twosome, The