“Remember: we specifically agreed that I could bury doc’s mistakes!”
Detective Harry Glass (James Westmoreland) investigates a rash of violent murders committed by a trio of motorcycle-riding thugs; soon he learns that a greedy undertaker (Ray Dannis) and his two restaurant-owning friends are behind the gruesome killings — and that the female corpses are being served as Specials of the Day.
Genres, Themes, Actors, and Directors:
- Black Comedy
- Mad Doctors and Scientists
- Serial Killers
At just a little over an hour, this trashy gore-fest (reminiscent of both Herschell Gordon Lewis and Ted Mikels’ work) is surprisingly easy to handle — which is not to say that it’s very good. No, the acting, special effects, and storyline are just as sub-par as one would expect, and there are far too many awful slapstick sequences inserted for no good reason at all; yet the tongue of director T.L.P. Swicegood (pseudonym, anyone?!) seems firmly in cheek, and each scene — even bloody slaughters of nubile young women — is bathed in a glow of humorous unreality. Perhaps I’m being overly generous, but this one’s not quite as bad as you would think.
Redeeming Qualities and Moments:
- Colorful low-budget sets
- The amusing closing sequence, in which every character who’s died comes back to life
- Plenty of tongue-in-cheek, twisted humor — as when a photo of a sailor keeps changing expressions during his girlfriend’s bloody murder
No, but any fans of trash cinema will certainly want to check it out.