Tyrannically tasteless and triumphantly tepid, what celebrated serial splatter impresario H. G Lewis's 'A Taste of Blood' persistently lacked in discernible gore, compensates most generously with its ceaselessly prosaic prose style, cement-clogged pacing, and, then, finally, great pains must be taken for the viewer to successfully endure the torpid machinations of a slap-headed blood-sucker, emboldened with all the brackish, sexual rigour of a terminally ailing tape worm! For a villainously vapid vampire opus most dire, being singularly somnolent, dramatically intolerant, intellectually insolvent, dialectically destitute, 'A Taste of Blood', a 120 minute, prodigiously pallid, nigh-on static horror picture, somewhat miraculously induced a most welcome hysterical hiatus from a neutered normality for which I remain eternally grateful!
This torpid terror-titbit, while lacking both terror and tangible tit-bits, is so weirdly earnest in its delivery, so exquisitely enervating in its sluggish mise-en-scene, that, paradoxically, aggressively opposing all reasonable expectations of body and mind, H. G Lewis's fright-less fright flick remains frustratingly fun to boggle, B-movie-boggled orbs at!?! If the rarefied pleasures of Stephen Traxler's sleepily silt-laden, singularly sun-stroked, eco-shocker, 'Slithis', or supreme schlock symphonist, Al Adamson's diabolically disreputable, equally divisive, celluloid opioid, 'Dracula vs. Frankenstein' engenders triumphal, trash movie tumescence in said viewer, then, you, good sir, or no less goodly madam, are in for a paradigm-shifting 'Bad Movie boner' par excellence!
This torpid terror-titbit, while lacking both terror and tangible tit-bits, is so weirdly earnest in its delivery, so exquisitely enervating in its sluggish mise-en-scene, that, paradoxically, aggressively opposing all reasonable expectations of body and mind, H. G Lewis's fright-less fright flick remains frustratingly fun to boggle, B-movie-boggled orbs at!?! If the rarefied pleasures of Stephen Traxler's sleepily silt-laden, singularly sun-stroked, eco-shocker, 'Slithis', or supreme schlock symphonist, Al Adamson's diabolically disreputable, equally divisive, celluloid opioid, 'Dracula vs. Frankenstein' engenders triumphal, trash movie tumescence in said viewer, then, you, good sir, or no less goodly madam, are in for a paradigm-shifting 'Bad Movie boner' par excellence!