A free-form amateur spook show.
11 January 2004
An off-road ramshackle amusement park is maintained and operated by an odd assemblage of resident vampires, ghouls, zombies...and Herve Villachaiz. When night falls and the gates are closed, these fun-loving fiends retreat into their subterranean home within the murky depths below the park. A strange family unit of sorts, they enjoy watching old horror classics while they wait like hungry spiders for juvenile delinquents and random miscreants to illegally enter the carnival grounds.

There's an omnipresence of highly effective eeriness in this divergent, psychedelirious obscurity...in fact, the entire film is viscid with an unearthly distortion of its own secret recipe. It's entirely possible that this surreal edge could be merely incidental to misguidance or clumsiness during production(a scarce but occasional phenomenon exclusive to the country-club of penniless amateur cinema). Whatever the case, it works in a gangly, but wonderful way.

MALATESTA'S CARNIVAL OF BLOOD is a gratifying sensory overload in a very elite minor-league of uncatagorizables, agnate examples of which might include BLOOD FREAK, DEATH BED;THE BED THAT EATS, and GODMONSTER OF Indian FLATS. This crazy flick slipped through the cracks once already...let's not let it happen again.

7/10
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