It is readily apparent that between Color Me Blood Red and Blood Feast (1963), Herschell Gordon Lewis learned about framing, camera angles, and conventional three-part plot structure. It is apparent also that he completely forgot that no one was attending his movies to see the brilliant work of an auteur. They just wanted to see people getting chopped up, and on that front, Color Me Blood Red hasn't got the goods.
|Amanda Palmer's agent just found her next album cover.|
Color Me Blood Red makes me sad. Whence art the seedy titillations of yesteryear, Herschell? Whence thy weird Egyptian/bluegrass soundtrack stylings? Whence art the hapless victims slaughtered by mad Egyptian caterers, crushed by giant rocks, barbequed, rolled down hills in barrels hammered full of nails? Blood Feast was bad, but it wasn't boring. Color Me Blood Red is boring, and I give it a 2/5. Ah, for the Herschell films of my youth, joyously free of any pretensions towards "art" in either style or content.
|What is that album cover in the corner? Looks sort of 80s, don't it?|