Color Me Blood Red
“Holy bananas! It’s a girl’s LEG!!!!!”
Oh my. Well that certainly beats, “He’s cold!” “Is the pizza?” from Slumber Party Massacre, ROFL.
Well I still have a few HG Lewis movies to look at but I’m becoming increasingly certain that Two Thousand Maniacs was just an almighty anomaly in his filmography in being a film that was just a little more than blood – though now I’m even inclined to give that a second check ‘cos I’m not so sure anymore that it was as good as I thought.
There’s something weird going on in the reviews I’ve read of Lewis’ work and I guess I can’t really argue with it too much since I have some kind of unconditional love for Ed Wood’s work since seeing Tim Burton’s movie on the guy and I guess it’s the same thing that’s happening. But I just find with Lewis that even the people who adore his movies won’t go so far as to give them more than 2 or 3 stars. People who hate them hold themselves back over this “fact” that Lewis has this moniker “The Godfather of Gore”. It’s like there’s this massive trepidation to call a spade a spade and say, basically, these movies are just plain bad – and no … it’s rarely in a “so bad it’s good” way as you might expect. There’s something delightfully sinister here in the last few lines, “I guess … I won’t take up painting for a while,” and “You could’ve at least saved the frame …” ... but it doesn’t really colour me much more than my usual shade of pink.