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You'll Recoil and Shudder as You Witness the Slaughter and Mutilation of Nubile Young Girls - in a Weird and Horrendous Ancient Rite!
In the sleepy suburbs of Miami, seemingly normal Egyptian immigrant Fuad Ramses runs a successful catering business. He also murders young women and plans to use their body parts to revive the goddess Ishtar. The insane Ramses hypnotizes a socialite in order to land a job catering a party for her debutante daughter, Suzette Fremont, and turns the event into an evening of gruesome deaths, bloody dismemberment and ritual sacrifice.
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Egyptian Blood Feast, Feast of Flesh, 血之盛宴, Orgie sanglante, Vérlakoma, 血的圣宴, 피의 향연
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06 Jul 1963
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22 Feb 2000
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28 Oct 2002
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10 Oct 2017
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This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Blood Feast sourced track titles from the soundtrack compilation, "The Eye-Popping Sounds of Herschell Gordon Lewis":
-Tragic Kettledrums
-Eyes gouged out
-Legs Cut Off
-Fuad Ramses Exotic Catering Service
-Brains Knocked Out
-Tongue Torn Out
-Ancient Weird Religious Rites
-Trudy Is Sacrificed To Ishtar
-A Fitting Death For The Garbage He Was
This may have also served as the shooting script.
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Besides being highly influential, this movie is one sicko slice of hypnotic ambient blood soaked trash and I love it! Fuad Ramses is incredible, I know a large amount of my contemporaries don’t seem to jive with his style but personally I bow at the altar of Herschel Gordon Lewis.
Sometimes I feel like HGL and his legacy are often overlooked… even denounced at times by fellow trash lovers… it for me Blood Feast lives forever!
Watched this with my Egyptian fiancé... and was immediately schooled that Ishtar is not Egyptian at all lmao, I looked into it afterward and apparently, according to some sources but denied by some (specifically Christians) Ishtar and Easter may or may not have a history... so it might be fitting I watched this on Easter? Maybe sorta? Anyways, she loved it.
‘I guess we’ll have hamburgers for dinner tonight” lmao
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In a year that has mercilessly claimed icon after icon, yesterday's passing of Herschell Gordon Lewis hit me the hardest. I'll let other people tell you about Blood Feast's undeniable historical importance. I can only try to describe its influence on me, and some of the thoughts that ran through my skull as I revisited it in tribute last night.
Somewhere within this admirably artless production lies the key to my obsession with shoestring gore, where the limbs are clearly from mannequins and the blood is thick and lurid like Crayola nail polish. Rumor has it Herschell kept a few gallons of his patented formula in his Wrigley Building office, and used it when he was running his short-lived Grand…
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That was the longest 67 minutes I've ever experienced! The actors and script were so bad that I could only find amusement when the Splatterliciously Good Carnage graced the screen or when I spotted a cool vintage car, foo foo dress or a wild doo!
This was the type of flick they cranked out for the drive-in's back in the day! We've come a long way baby but we need to recognize directors like Herschell Gordon Lewis (Exploitation King and Godfather of Gore) for pushing the envelope beyond acceptable boundaries!
Can't really recommend it unless you are interested in the history of splatter and gore or if you have the disposition to appreciate films that are so bad they are good!
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More than Lewis being "The Godfather of Gore," this feels like the birth of bad taste. It blows my MIND that this is from '63. When everyone was painting with pencils, dude was throwing buckets at the screen. Every terrible, childish horror movie I like was flashing before my eyes to stilted dialogue and murky organ music. Embarrassingly ahead of its time.
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One of the best title cards there’s ever been. Could’ve easily watched Stabbo Marx kill women for an additional ten, maybe eleven minutes.
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Herschell Gordon Lewis isn't a hack. It's easy to watch these movies simply for their excellent, low-budget, gore effects, but he still manages to do some things with his camera that make this a bit more than what is advertised. After a young, nameless girl is killed while she has sex with her boyfriend there's a cut to the aftermath where the police are questioning the boy who managed to survive. He is so overridden with grief he can't speak properly. It's horrendous acting, but there's something else happening here; the camera sits with him and that medium close-up for far longer than would be considered normal until his bad acting and his wailing, sobbing, grief goes from comedic to…
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Spookyween 2023: Video Nasty Month
Day 8
At its best, Blood Feast is surprisingly gooey, delightfully camp and unintentionally hilarious. At its worst however, it's beyond clunky and very dull at times. Despite its very short running time, there are very dry scenes in the mix that make the film feel twice its length. I truly wish it had committed just a little bit more, because when Lewis is going all out, he gives the impression of a midnight movie hero. Mal Arnold's performance is totally unhinged and I wish he was present in every single scene.
I'd love nothing more than to have seen this with an audience in 1962, I'm honestly amazed that a film like this was…
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Unassuming and charming little horror movie that makes the best out of its 67 min runtime!
Had fun with it!
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Film 24/45 for Hooptober 4.0
2/6 of 6 Films Before 1970 (1963)
Wow. I seriously don’t know what to rate this one. I would say that I don’t really know what to say about it either but we all know from, like, every other review I’ve ever written that if there’s only one thing I CAN do, it’s talk (write) about a damn movie...and talk (write) and talk (write) and talk (write). I mean...amiright?
ANYWHO, this is a well known cult classic that I had actually never seen before so I’m glad I am finally able to check it off my never ending watchlist...but I’m just not sure I really care a whole lot about it now that I’ve seen…
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In his book SHOCK VALUE, John Waters summed it up perfectly: “I first saw Blood Feast at my local drive-in. When I saw teenage couples hopping from their cars to vomit, I knew I had found a movie after my own heart.“ After the nudie cutie trend had run its course, director Herschell Gordon Lewis, producer David F. Friedman, and (uncredited) writer Allison Downe decided that there was only one way to go—SPLATTER!! Erupting with pop-art brain-bludgeonings and pitch-black gallows humor, BLOOD FEAST is a cinematic riot that paved the way for everything from Sam Raimi’s EVIL DEAD to Peter Jackson’s DEAD ALIVE. A forever favorite and then some. (Joseph A. Ziemba)
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#SlasherSaturday
Production values on this baby were through the floor boards on this one. Some of the worst cinematography (I kind of cringe even calling it that), lighting, editing, sound design, score (again do we call it a score?), that I’ve seen in a while. BUT, there’s something about all of that bad that had me really enjoying this. (And not even in the typical, it’s so bad it’s good kind of way). First, Fuad Ramses, you are one creepy m-f-er and I could not stop staring at those eye brows. Second, without having read any of my fellow slasher reviews, I know some of you are going to talk about Tony. Tony gives an all time, over-the-top, screechy, Kyle Rittenhouse-y, …