'Cannibal Terror' (1981) – Alain Deruelle.

In many ways horror iconoclast Alain Deruelle's blood rare, salaciously sanguineous, and crassly opportunistic, Eurociné cannibal platter is, perhaps, one of the more 'progressive' terror titles in the still frequently maligned Cannibal oeuvre, since it apparently takes such a boldly surrealistic approach to said micro-genre, guerrilla film-maker Deruelle eschews the expected lurid documentary verisimilitude of Martino & Deodato, and somewhat boldly shoots his oft derided, intestinally fortified opus in sunny Spain, strikingly using sketchy locations that suggest being anywhere BUT the humid green hells of the Amazon, which strongly leads me to think, that 'Cannibal Terror' might be a knowing melange of sinfully sleazy cinematic B-tropes, and when you factor in the wholly mannered and lugubrious acting affections of slinky Euro-cult icon Slinky Silvia Solar, and the outrageously ominous Olivier Mathiot, along with the asymmetrically appealing Antonio Mayans, 'Cannibal Terror' may well be a far cleverer exploitation film than the vociferous naysayers would have you believe it to be, as there is a gleefully unfiltered, autistic earnestness to all the maniacal silliness, that might, on occasion, even be entirely intentional!!!

While the Italian's gleefully torture defenceless animals for our sadistic edification, in Alain Deruelle's 'Cannibal Terror', this meta work of forward thinking splatter actively tortures the viewer with its aggressively prosaic Ed Wood-style, jungle juice-fried aesthetics, which magically transports the brain-boggled, will-sapped viewer into weirdly warped, Cannibal-clotted realms many are too uptight to relate to!! Or, it is a merely cheap, tawdry, and witheringly inept excuse for exploitation cinema? Either way, it's a diamond-encrusted, steel-thewed win for me, as I dig tawdry and inept, and I can righteously groove on Deruelle's gruesomely grubby descent into his bonkers B-Movie blood-spattered murkiness, which finally proves to be certainly no less of a rarefied viewing experience than maestro Jean Rollin's exquisitely strange, frequently soggy-bottomed 'Lake of The Zombies'. Cannibal Terror's loosey-goosey, gut-slingingly garish, marvellously mush-headed, ribcage-wrecking mondo movie is quite deliciously mad, and is arguably one of the funniest 'Video Nasties' ever made. The tired phrase 'Cult Movie' is far too often used, but rarely has a lunatic exploitation film been more deserving of said moniker than 'Cannibal Terror', and it must be noted that Deruelle's bawdily eccentric, terrifically trashy, Carry On Cannibal freak-fest is one terminally titter-worthy, wig-splittingly wonky, bloodily bejewelled terror-chest of quite some considerable magnitude!