Fuad Ramses III (J.P. Delahoussaye ) inherits his grandfather's small town catering business where an ancient statue of goddess Ishtar commands him to prepare a blood feast made from the organs of beautiful young women.
This belated sequel to his own 60s gore classic Blood Feast is fairly typical of all of Herschell Gordon Lewis's work in that it makes no pretence at being high art but instead simply revels in its own stupidity and nastiness. Hence we get extremely broad performances designed to disguise a general lack of acting skills, an incredibly cheesy script with lots of puerile humour, plenty of T&A from some very lovely ladies, and loads of splattery but not-too-convincing gore (eye gouging, evisceration, throat cutting etc.,) courtesy of FX man Joe Castro, all captured in H.G. Lewis's typically crude visual style (although picture and sound quality are crisper than your average H.G. Lewis movie).
Much of the film is a chore to sit though thanks to the dreadful dialogue, lame jokes and hammy acting, although several genuinely fun moments make it worth persevering with to the end: a woman having her scalp pulled right down over her head to reveal her screaming, bloody, skinless face; a totally unnecessary but very nice shower scene featuring a hot brunette; a lingerie party in which several sexy girls parade around in their underwear; an amusing cameo by John Waters as a paedophile priest; and a clever in-joke that nicely addresses a factual error made in the first film.
This belated sequel to his own 60s gore classic Blood Feast is fairly typical of all of Herschell Gordon Lewis's work in that it makes no pretence at being high art but instead simply revels in its own stupidity and nastiness. Hence we get extremely broad performances designed to disguise a general lack of acting skills, an incredibly cheesy script with lots of puerile humour, plenty of T&A from some very lovely ladies, and loads of splattery but not-too-convincing gore (eye gouging, evisceration, throat cutting etc.,) courtesy of FX man Joe Castro, all captured in H.G. Lewis's typically crude visual style (although picture and sound quality are crisper than your average H.G. Lewis movie).
Much of the film is a chore to sit though thanks to the dreadful dialogue, lame jokes and hammy acting, although several genuinely fun moments make it worth persevering with to the end: a woman having her scalp pulled right down over her head to reveal her screaming, bloody, skinless face; a totally unnecessary but very nice shower scene featuring a hot brunette; a lingerie party in which several sexy girls parade around in their underwear; an amusing cameo by John Waters as a paedophile priest; and a clever in-joke that nicely addresses a factual error made in the first film.