Review of Blood Diner (1987) by Brianna B — 25 May 2012

Clearly the result of imbibing acid and meth at every stage of the creative process! I'm still trying to figure out what the fuck went on in this film.

We've got a proto-Beavis and Butthead pair of brothers who, in tribute to their dead psychotic uncle, kill wanton women to serve up on their diner's menu; we've got necromancy to revive said uncle as a disembodied brain; we've also got said brain (complete with eyes) orchestrate and oversee a plot to revive an ancient goddess with a name reminiscent of an Eighties cartoon villainess: all hail Sheetar!

Did I forget to mention the rival diner owner and his sole talking puppet customer; or the vaguely grating pair of cop stereotypes?

All of this got thrown into a gonzo gumbo with a varying aftertaste: sometimes, it hit the spot; other times it left me wondering: "What the fuck am I eating?".

Perhaps I should check out Blood Feast, the slab of Sixties horror this hit 'n' miss homage pays tribute to.