'Blood Feast' (1963) - H.G Lewis.
Not overly fond of vapid-tasting Vegan trysts, I always scurrilously savoured the bloody raw, savagely-seasoned, fright-flecked flavour of sensationally creep-steeped, fabulously ferocious, cranium-crushing, torso-tormenting Drive-in calamity, 'Blood Feast' - 'There's no such thing as onerous overkill in H.G Lewis's luridly limb-lopping lexicon and his hyperbolically insensitive, uncommonly uncivilized oeuvre of diabolically destructive, terminally tongue-tearing, mind-mutilating movie making has no perfidious peer! 'This bravura, titillatingly twisted, vampishly visceral, brazenly body-bisecting, ecstatically eviscerating B-Movie bacchanal of fiendishly flesh-filleting, generously gore-filled, salaciously staged, skin-sheddingly sinister, scintillatingly shock-slathered cinematic schadenfreude makes 'Hostel' look like 'Carry on Camping'!!!
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