This is one of the worst films to be exposed to acetate. It was the last film I saw at the Beach Theater on Randall Avenue in the Bronx. The theater turned into an "Iglesia" the next year. The previous year, I sat through ten viewings of "Night Of The Living Dead" and had a ball. Cheap popcorn and flat soda. It was great. By having added color, "Mad Doctor" became way to graphic for me and I left the theater by the middle of the film. Intestines were everywhere. Even more bizarre, I brought my 5 year old brother to see it and left without him. He sat mesmerized for the whole film. To keep the ushers from throwing him out, I had to come back in and watched until the end. It was a strange, scary experience with a stupid premise attached to it. But it was a hoot. I'd love to see it again one day. It was a great, disturbing piece of junk. It's probably very tame by now.
Review of Mad Doctor of Blood Island
