I can remember as a wee little guy seeing the posters for this at the theater and being completely freaked out and intrigued by it but still being scared pantsless to see it. Flash forward over two decades later and Blood Beach isn't available on DVD and VHS prints are pretty rare themselves. Folks there's a reason for this, anyone authorizing a DVD release of this would be stoned to death and I think a single kind soul bought up the majority of VHS copies and melted them down into guitar picks. Lucky for me my good friend in Texas locates and purchases one of the fossil few of the escaping tapes and we organize a midnite viewing while I'm visiting. Half way through she was asleep, two thirds through and I'm sawing wood myself. What a slow moving bore this movie is. Wooden acting (save for John Saxon), minimal gore, and the worst creature effect perhaps ever are all here. You really find yourself disliking almost everyone in the movie. The Adam Curry 80's VJ looking guy and the annoying hobo lady really knocked the needle off the get-on-your-nerves O'meter. We finished watching this movie only for completest sake the next day. A classic example of things better left a mystery of youth. Blood Beach is really bloodless, a girl gets scraped up legs, a dog is beheaded, and a rapist is umm... de-donged? That's it for the gore but a ocean of blood wouldn't have saved this thing. This movie is slower than molasses flowing up hill in February. I never even cared what was under the sand and when they finally unveiled it soda came out of my nose and I wasn't even drinking any. In the end I was more interested in Burt Youngs Chicago back story and why he would want to blame people being sucked into the sand and eaten on the Nazi party? Hi five* Heather! Burrrr Mowww!
Review of Blood Beach
