'Bloodsucking Freaks' (1976) - Joel M. Reed.

I have long had the wholly altruistic goal to meet that vivid-minded 'special person' who is no less eroticized by 'Bloodsucking Freaks' as I am! Super-Svelte sex-surgeon Sardu, the diabolical dungeon despot, is always Hawt to trawt!!!! One of the most nakedly exhilarating films ever made! A blood-shedding, brain-sucking, ass-piercing, bravura B-movie bacchanal for broad-minded, barrel-chested funk freaks hip to Ralphus's degenerate death trip, baby!! This is the apogee of transgressive medieval boinkage! For long erroneously derided as mere cartilaginous filth, 'Bloodsucking Freaks' is a macabre, midnight movie masterpiece, a lexicon of perfectly scurrilous shunt, the film Gaspar Noé so desperately wants to make, but his wizened, art-louse balls lack the uncommonly vast Grindhouse girth of iconoclast, Joel M. Reed's humongous package!!!!! Wherever you are, you god-like, B-Movie behemoth, I want you to know, you, noble sir, are a bona fide, maniacal genius, a towering titan amongst the measly, timorous-minded ticks nibbling so parasitically on your leviathan, filmmaking talent!

'Don't feel grisly glum, frequently doom like Sardu do!'

'Just like raunchy Ralphus, 'Eye' too always keep a filthy 'Eye-out' for the finely flayed fillies!'

'Dinner's on you tonight, baby!'

'I'm the driller from Manila!'