‘Blood Massacre’ (1991) - Don Dohler.

Don by name, 'the Don' by nature, maverick-minded, luridly inventive, low budget horror impresario, Don Dohler, truly is the Grindhouse gift that just keeps on giving, and I have a powerful yen to express my boundless joy at experiencing his gruesome, George Stover-starring, wickedly gnarly sounding home invasion insanity, ‘Blood Massacre’ (1991), and such a tantalizingly blunt title could only mean one thing, the entirely welcome reality of yet another gob-smackingly gory instalment of deep backwoods-weirdness that only the diabolical dean of B-Movie delirium, Don Dohler can deliver! 

Murderously misanthropic, foul-mouthed ex-Vietnam vet and full-time creep-master, Rizzo (George Stover) is the most vociferously distempered member of a disorganized, douchey crew of ghetto-grungy, unsophisticated freebooters whose last impromptu violent Video Store heist yielded little more gain than the tenacious, wholly unwanted attentions of Detective McGuire (Herb Otter Jr.) and a sudden desperate need for immediate sanctuary!

The far from fortuitous theft of a car, and subsequently bad mojo-inducing kidnapping of a young woman, lickety split leads this querulous, terminally trash-mouthing mob to her remote family home where fulminating tensions within the dismally dysfunctional gang are merely the foul-mouthed prelude to a cannibal-crazed, blissfully bad taste Blood Massacre! Huzzah!!! Even if venerated celluloid shock troopers Wes Craven, John Waters and Andy Milligan had combined their not inconsiderable horror-making idiosyncrasies they still might not have reached the same exultant WTF apogee of low budget maestro, Don Dohler’s cheap-jack, adrenaline-jacked backwoods’ skeezoid slasher classic, 'Blood Massacre'.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘Blood Massacre’ is another hen’s teeth rare example wherein the conspicuous lack of funding, and the rushed, expeditious ‘look’ of a hectic ‘seat-of-the pants' approach to gonzo schlockmaking adds an additionally unhinged verisimilitude to the macabre Helter Skelter insanity of beloved indie-movie maestro, Don Dohler's inventively idiosyncratic home invasion insanity!!!  -  Finneas Flange the Ferociously Fapping Fink.

‘Dohler’s hysterically hopped-up home invasion splatter-show, ‘Blood Massacre’ has got a kick like a triple shot of Lysol!!!!!’ - Weirdlingwolf.

 

 

 

'It 'aint love until I can taste the blood, baby!'

'I got this! Duct tape and Aspirin and you'll be Donny Disco!'  

'Too late for a rain check?'

'With a face for radio I made it big in B-Pictures! Don' ever stop believing!'

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