Ja, så er det i endnu FIRE dage, du vil kunne erhverve HORROR ETC. ETC. portofrit. Aldrig mere behøver du at frygte at glip af klassikere som nedenstående.
D: Brad Grinter C: Steve Hawkes, Dana Cullivan, Heather Hughes
Brad F. Grinter is no Ed Wood. And yet, they had one thing in common: They succeeded in tricking some very thick Reborn Christians into financing a horror movie. At least, the message of BLOOD FREAK supposedly is that it’s good to be a Jesus freak instead of a drug addict – or a transvestite as in GLEN OR GLENDA (1953) – thus serving as a kind of update on REEFER MADNESS (1936). Herschel (named after Brad’s model, Gordon Lewis, no doubt) falls in with a bunch of hippies, looking suspiciously like a prayer group, and is offered marijuana laced with LSD, having about the same effect as W. C. Field’s FATAL GLASS OF BEER. Suffering from terrible withdrawal symptoms, he gets a job at a laboratory, where he is served cold turkey laced with something-or-other, enabling him to not only talk turkey, but to grow a turkey’s head. Not satisfied with a peck on the cheek, he hangs the chicks upside down, draining them of blood, and soon he’s a-peckin’ it all night long, their scream (there’s just one, repeated endlessly on the soundtrack) echoing through the forest. In the end, it all turns out to have been a bad trip, so he prays to God, discovering that he much prefers to be beside the seaside with the girl, who got him into this mess in the first place. There’s a cautionary narrator as well, who seems to be in the last stages of lung cancer. Okay, so the movie is a – you know. I enjoyed it, though.