Billing your opus as ‘one of the most violent things you will ever see’ (or words to that effect) is always asking for trouble – and Blood Feast does that in the most literal way possible, with a voiceover booming as such over the opening moments.

Coming up with a claim like that can only really see you head for a fall, as I spent the rest of the movie thinking about other – better – movies I’d seen that had equal, or more gruesome, levels of carnage.

To be sure, there is some impressive gore here – a nice penis being severed moment anyone? – but Blood Feast doesn’t really have that much else going for it.

I know that all seems a bit harsh considering this is a remake after all – a remake of a genre ‘classic’ that most definitely had the bloodshed as its prime calling card. But whereas Herschell Gordon Lewis’ 60s opus had the ‘so bad its good’ vibe to it, a sort of ramshackle charm that made the whole thing, well, you know, FUN – this update has little of that.

In fact, the whole thing is taken way too seriously, which has the opposite effect as it seems hilarious in comparison, with an overriding campness that I’m still not such of which how much was intentional on the part of director Marcel Walz

Anyway – onto the plot, which sticks to the 1963 narrative with a few twists. Robert Rusler stars as Fuad Ramses, a diner owner who has moved his family from the US to France.

The burger business is pretty stagnant though, so Ramses decides to top up his income with security night shifts at the local Egyptian Museum.

Wouldn’t you know though, before long Ramses is in deep with the goddess Ishtar, a worship that will lead to murder, mayhem and cannibalism…..

I suppose anyone watching Blood Feast pretty much knows what they are letting themselves in for, and if it’s a gorefest you are after then this remake does hit the spot in a way (although there still seems to be swathes of dull scenes peppering the running time).

But the performances leave a lot to be desired – once again, should we really expect anything different? Even so, the likes of Caroline Williams and Sophie Monk do nothing to really enliven the film.

There are also a couple of scenes that really bugged me – one such which sees Rusler being offered some sex on a platter, simply because he allowed a woman whose car had broken down to use the diner phone.

I’m not quite sure whether my tastes are changing, or whether I’m severely out of step with modern horror audiences, as I’ve found quite a few site reviews that seems to really like this.

Sadly though I’m not one of them.

 

Horror Channel Frightfest review: Blood Feast
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About The Author

Simon Fitzjohn

Simon is a journalism tutor in London, who also just happens to be a movie fanatic, with a craving for the darker side of cinema. He has written two books, one on the horror films of director Bob Clark (2014) and the other on the history of the character Norman Bates (2015). His third book, on the work of British exploitation director Pete Walker, is due in 2017.