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Intcatinfo A Masterpiece!

Janae Milner Easily the biggest piece of Right wing non sense propaganda I ever saw.

Isbel A terrific literary drama and character piece that shows how the process of creating art can be seen differently by those doing it and those looking at it from the outside.

Red-Barracuda This film was originally made in 1964 under the title 'Zombies', yet it was never actually released and remained this way until 1971 when producer Jerry Gross picked it up and retitled it to 'I Eat Your Skin' to make it into a neat double-bill pairing with I Drink Your Blood (1970). Needless to say, the new title bears absolutely no relevance to the actual content of the film. While this is certainly a low budget and clunky film, it really is nowhere near bad enough to have remained on a shelf for so many years. In fact, it has some good things about it and is an interesting early example of the zombie film.It's set on a tropical island in the Caribbean where a travelling writer happens upon zombies.The undead themselves are quite distinctive looking, even if the make-up is of the bargain basement variety. But at least the film-makers have made an effort, rather than go with no make-up at all. Anyway, these creatures roam the island causing perturbation and despair, one of them even lops a poor unfortunate's head off with a machete. This gore moment is in keeping with the content of the two other films its director Del Tenney also made in 1964, namely The Curse of the Living Corpse and The Horror of Party Beach, both of which contained moments of schlocky bloody violence. All three were probably surfing on the wave created by the previous year's first splatter movie Blood Feast (1963), although admittedly Tenney's black and white movies were much less gory but nevertheless were coming from a similar place for sure. On the whole, I Eat Your Skin is an entertaining enough bit of horror nonsense.

artpf A cancer researcher on a remote Caribbean island discovers that by treating the natives with snake venom he can turn them into bug-eyed zombies. Uninterested in this information, the unfortunate man is forced by his evil employer to create an army of the creatures in order to conquer the world. Horrible film.Directed so poorly. And don't expect any skin eating. In fact, don't expect anything resembling a movie! Bad B&W prints abound. No acting. No story. No directing. It's not even bad funny.Nothing but sleep for you.

Europeancinema I got this movie as part of the St. Clair Vision's Living Dead collection. I thought it would be a horror movie. But to my surprise I Eat Your Skin, while having the most gruesome title, is a comedy! Not a very funny one, but the characters go about so lightheartedly, and so ignorant, that it must be a comedy. The main character does nothing but look puzzled and ask for explanations. Almost all the ideas that he comes up with are stupid, and yet everyone follows him. There is a zombie army following at 50 meters, yet he tells the women (who never think for themselves) to stand still at some point. Obviously the zombies will catch up. It is racist as can be. Black people are either zombie or bad guy, but either way savage. It is also as sexist as can be. Women don't think for themselves (or at all). They are there to swoon for the men. The only thing that made me laugh very hard, was the island in the end. You'll know it when you see it. But don't.

Woodyanders Cancer researcher Dr. Biladeau (the insipid Robert Stanton) develops a snake venom that when injected into the local voodoo-practicing natives on a remote Caribbean island turns said natives into mindless shambling zombies. Hunky pulp novel writer Tom Harris (the handsome, but hopelessly wooden William Joyce) investigates the bizarre happenings and tries to put a stop to them. Writer/director Del Tenney, who also blessed us with the gloriously atrocious "The Horror of Party Beach," totally misses the mark in many ways with this extremely cheap and crummy dud: the poky pace, clumsy and ill-advised attempts at broad humor, a throbbing tribal score by Lon E. Newman that's more annoying and overbearing than effective and appropriate, lousy zombie make-up (the disappointing zoms have ping-pong ball eyes and what looks like dried oatmeal smeared all over their faces!), a severe dearth of both tension and creepy atmosphere, way too much needless dreary padding (what's with all the protracted native dance numbers and drippy romantic interludes?), mild gore, chintzy (far from) special effects, poor acting from a lame no-came cast (platinum blonde Betty Hyatt Linton cops the top thespic dishonors with her insufferably whiny and irritating performance as unbearable loud shrew Coral Fairchild), and a fumbled explosive conclusion all add up to one incredibly beat and unimpressive wash-out of a celluloid stiff. Francois Farkas' crisp black and white cinematography boasts a few primitive fades and dissolves. On the plus side, the vibrant and appealing Heather Hewitt perks things up a bit as sweet and lovely virgin Jeannie Biladeau, there are lots of pretty gals in bikinis, and brawny, hairy-chested stud muffin on wheels Joyce takes his shirt off as often as possible (hubba! hubba!). But overall this drivel is much too flat, lifeless, and meandering to amount to anything more than an instantly forgettable yawnfest.