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Beast of Blood (C, 1970) aka Beast of the Dead, Blood Devils, Horrors of Blood Island, Return to the Horrors of Blood Island. Immediate sequel to Mad Doctor of Blood Island picks up where the first one left off, with John Ashley's boat getting attacked by the great-looking chlorophyl zombie (with an ax!) and sunk. Ashley and the monster make it to shore, and Ashley and friends chase through the jungle trying to rescue a kidnapped girl, while fire-scarred Dr. Lorca continues his experiments, trying to transplant different heads onto the monster. The head and body still want to be together, though, and the head has more control of the body than Lorca has counted on. There are some gruesome surgery scenes and effective monster makeup, but too much of the time is spent on gun battles and jungle stalking; it looks almost like a war movie with a few horror movie scenes stuck in. And it gets pretty funny when the head starts talking...
Bloodlust (B&W, 1959) Robert Reed from the Brady Bunch and his friends are out boating when their navigator passes out drunk near an island. They decide to go explore it until he wakes up, not knowing the island is run by a maniac whose hobby is hunting is hunting humans. Once he kills them he has them soaked in preservative, skinned, stuffed, and mounted in his private museum. The level of gruesomeness is surprisingly high, with severed legs, severed heads, a big wet pile of skin, gushing blood, and a guy dissolving in an acid bath. Nobody's going to mistake it for The Most Dangerous Game, but its got its sketchy charms.
Nightmares (C, 1980) aka Stage Fright, Nightmare on the Street. A little girl is in the car when an accident kills her mother, slicing her throat with windshield glass. The mother's boyfriend really caused it by groping her while she was driving, but he blames it on the girl. She grows up to be an aspiring actress, but people in the play she's in start getting stabbed and slashed to death by shards of broken glass. Her fellow actors are soon unnerved by her erratic mood swings and odd behavior. She has visions of the killings, which she thinks are nightmares, but worries that she might be the killer. Is she? Bloody Australian version of a giallo focuses a bit too much on the works of the play and somehow doesn't draw you in as much as it should, but it's a classy looking film and sports plenty of nudity and nasty slash wounds. Brian May did a great music score (very reminiscent of his Mad Max work) but it's used so much here that it becomes overbearing, trying to make every scene come across as some pinnacle of terror. Max Phipps, who plays the director here, played The Toadie in The Road Warrior. Not entirely successful, but well worth seeing.
Room 205 (C, 2007) aka Kollegiet. Katrina is new at college in Copenhagen, sharing a dormitory with other students (male and female). They're a little mean and she's a little awkward but she gets along okay until she pisses off Sanne, the popular girl in the dorm, by fooling around with Sanne's ex-boyfriend and overreacting to a prank. This lands her on the uncool side of the pecking order, and Sanne and her friends like to hound any "uncool" people out of the dorm. They start bullying Katrina and telling her that her dorm room is haunted... and perhaps it is, because Katrina starts seeing things. She talks to the guy who was bullied out of the room before she had it and he tells her a girl was murdered in the bathroom, and that there's a legend that the spirits of the dead can get trapped in mirrors. Since Katrina had broken the mirror in the bathroom, the ghost is freed and causes havoc, killing off her dormmates. Katrina and the former resident try to get rid of the vengeful ghost before more people die. The pace is a little slow and too much is underplayed, and the haunting stuff is a little too conventional to be as effective as it could be, but it's not a bad little horror movie, made with some style. Basically a Danish version of a Ring type story.
Eyes Without A Face (B&W, 1959) aka The Horror Chamber of Dr. Faustus, Les Yeux Sans Visage. Groundbreaking, artistic French horror kicked off the whole surgeons-trying-to-restore-a-loved-one's-damaged-face subgenre. A plastic surgeon, wracked with guilt after causing the car wreck that left his daughter with a giant open wound for a face, kidnaps girls and peels their faces off to transplant them onto her. The donors always end up dead and the grafted faces always end up rejected and rotting, leaving the girl to resort to wearing a mask again. The mask is very creepy, a beautiful, expressionless, porcelain-like thing with holes for her large, expressive eyes -- the effect is really eerie. And speaking of effects, the film had ground-breaking gore, holding a cold, clinical, unflinching shot as a girl's face is peeled away in surgery. That one remains unsettling because of the way it's filmed and the expectations that they'd cut away from it. The girl ends up wanting to die but is as much a victim of her father's mania as the girls he kidnaps for her supposed benefit. The final image is haunting.