This one is a bit tough to gauge. On one hand, it's Blood Feast - the film that inspired every single film since its premiere that shows graphic violence. Eyes and tongues ripped out, body parts hacked off, young innocent naked flesh flogged and torn - I can only imagine what a moviegoer in 1963 was thinking when this flick started. And it doesn't waste any time, either - there's a graphic death right in the beginning, making us wonder what in the hell we're going to see next.

On the other hand, it's terrible. Lewis was obviously way more interested in getting blood and naked flesh on the screen than anything else. The acting - ha! Either Connie Mason is reading the lines off-screen with a nice monotone or Ramses is screaming at the top of his lungs, flicking his eyebrows everywhere. It's obviously a movie just for blood, sex, and gore.

Luckily, that's exactly what we love here at CMN.

This was the big one, and I finally caught the damn thing. You can hate or love this one, but all the usual fare is here - people TODAY still seem to think they have to follow what HG Lewis started. Just think of all the movies that wouldn't exist without this one.

It really is kind of a laugh riot. Mal Arnold was just trying so damn hard in his portrayal as Ramses. Luckily, it paid off, as he went on to do...oh. Nothing. Never mind. He'll always be remembered here anyway. The "Ishtar" statue looks incredibly stupid, and sits in wide eyed surprise at being cast in the movie while Arnold hops around screaming about raising her. I especially liked Pete, who not only figures everything out at the drop of a hat, he delivers a nice recap at the end of the movie just in case we missed anything.

And gory, of course - to be honest it's gory by today's standards, and once again I can only wonder what it was like in 1963 seeing this shit for the first time. Supposedly the tongue ripped out of the girl's mouth was a sheep tongue covered in stage blood, minced cranberries, and Kaopectate - pretty gruesome stuff, really.

The silliest thing about the whole movie is the score. From pounding drums to a rendition of "High Dry I Am" featuring HG Lewis slamming his head on his Sony My First Organ, it's pretty ridiculous. Sometimes it sounds like something from a bad silent movie, other times sounds like something from a bad soap opera.

Definitely recommended for gore hounds and film history buffs. It's short, too, at 67 minutes or so, guaranteeing even if you hate it, at least it's a short ride.

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