Could a horror film title be any more generic than Night of Bloody Horror? It's as if writer/director Joy N. Houck Jr. gathered together a whole load of words from other horror titles, arranged them in three columns, and randomly picked one word from column A, one from Column B and one from Column C. Even the tag-line—Keep telling yourself, It's only a picture!—is about as unremarkable as it gets.
The amazing thing is, as mundane as the title is, the film itself is actually quite entertaining, an engaging '60s psycho horror with reasonable performances, quite a bit of surprisingly vicious violence, some groovy psychedelic 60s trappings (including a musical interlude featuring a band called The Bored), a few curvaceous babes (with some brief nudity in the opening scene), and an enjoyably daft denouement clearly inspired by Hitchcock's Psycho.
Star of the film is Gerald McRaney, who plays mentally fragile youth Wesley, who has spent the last thirteen years in a mental institution after accidentally shooting and killing his brother, and who now desperately wants to readjust to normal life. The problem is that Wesley suffers from sudden migraines followed by blackouts, after which someone close to him usually turns up dead, making him a prime murder suspect. First to go is Wes's girlfriend, who gets a knife in the eye while taking confession; sexy nurse Kate, who tends to Wes after he is beaten up outside a bar, gets a hatchet in her chest; Dr. Moss, Wes's psychologist, has his hand cut off and gets a chopper in the head.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out that **Spoiler alert!** Wes isn't the one doing the killing**End of spoiler alert!** and the real identity of the murderer should come as no surprise to most, but that doesn't affect the fun. Give this one a go if '60s drive-in schlock is your bag.
6.5 out of 10, rounded up to 7 for IMDb.
The amazing thing is, as mundane as the title is, the film itself is actually quite entertaining, an engaging '60s psycho horror with reasonable performances, quite a bit of surprisingly vicious violence, some groovy psychedelic 60s trappings (including a musical interlude featuring a band called The Bored), a few curvaceous babes (with some brief nudity in the opening scene), and an enjoyably daft denouement clearly inspired by Hitchcock's Psycho.
Star of the film is Gerald McRaney, who plays mentally fragile youth Wesley, who has spent the last thirteen years in a mental institution after accidentally shooting and killing his brother, and who now desperately wants to readjust to normal life. The problem is that Wesley suffers from sudden migraines followed by blackouts, after which someone close to him usually turns up dead, making him a prime murder suspect. First to go is Wes's girlfriend, who gets a knife in the eye while taking confession; sexy nurse Kate, who tends to Wes after he is beaten up outside a bar, gets a hatchet in her chest; Dr. Moss, Wes's psychologist, has his hand cut off and gets a chopper in the head.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out that **Spoiler alert!** Wes isn't the one doing the killing**End of spoiler alert!** and the real identity of the murderer should come as no surprise to most, but that doesn't affect the fun. Give this one a go if '60s drive-in schlock is your bag.
6.5 out of 10, rounded up to 7 for IMDb.