'Two Thousand Maniacs!' – (1964) H.G Lewis. 

A majestic movie malignancy of arbitrary corpse-making cruelty, sordidly slashing savagery, bellicose bodily bludgeonous deaths, exquisitely deliberate eviscerations, violently disgorging glissy entrails, calamitously corrupting cranial crushing carnage, galloping gouts of gelatinous gore, fearlessly filleting femoral arteries, orgiastically consuming outrageously oleaginous, outlandishly off-coloured offal, morbid misappropriation of miasmic organic matter, and creepily communing with corporally challenged citizens whets my wickedly warped appetite for post-mortal maleficence!!! I'm here to testify that gruesomely splattery massacres still matter, dude! Like good ol' smiler here, I got me an' axe ta' grindhouse!!!!! This heroically horrible H.G Lewis classic swells my gore-gland to an eerie conniption fit!!!!!!!!!!! Why settle for just one flaccidly flaying, mask-wearing mummy's boy, when y'all can have 2000 fausand maniacs!!!!!!! This one's a 'barrel' of lurid laffs!!!! Geddit!!!???? Happy Hacky Halloween!!! (This especially malodorously manhandled manuscript to one of my favourite splatter movies is both a tawdry tribute to the almighty Gorefather H.G Lewis, and to musical maestros Carcass!!!)