Available on
Vestron Home Video | Review by Dan Taylor
What
can I say about a flick that wants to be
the BLOOD FEAST of the 1980s? (In fact,
this was originally planned as BLOOD FEAST
II, a sequel to Herschell Gordon Lewis'
landmark gorefest.)
That's not a very high aspiration,
and that's a shame, because this film probably
could've been good if executed by a capable
director. Jackie Kong's track record (THE
BEING, NIGHT PATROL) hasn't really distinguished
her as a director with a light touch.
Instead, Kong pours it on
in every scene, and we're treated to a comedic
style that can be best described as coming
from the "shovel to the back of the
head" school of comedy. You know that
one -- it's where the guy gets hit in the
back of the head SO HARD that his eyeballs
fly out! This is the comedic highpoint
of the flick, excluding the nude female
kung-fu scene, but since I'm already in
hot water with the members of WITCH I think
I'll just keep my mouth shut.
The "story" centers
around the preparation for the feast of
Sheetar by two young caterers who own a
vegetarian diner where they have a "secret"
ingredient. Wink, wink! Whoa! Was that a
joke or a Mack truck?! The two take orders
from the brain of their Uncle Anwar which
speaks to them from the jar they keep it
in.
I'll admit the film did make
me chuckle a few times, but I also laughed
at some parts of DR. ZHIVAGO. And I wouldn't
recommend that.
