Bloody Pit of Horror

This glorious 1965 Italian (english-dubbed) sleaze-fest Bloody Pit of Horror feels like the whole damn thing was gift-wrapped in baby oil and bad intentions just for me. A dude struts around in shiny red tights as the Crimson Executioner, flexing his oiled-up muscles and ranting about purity while he ties half-naked models to rusty torture devices that look like they crawled out of a carnival junkyard built for perverts. Idiots break into his crumbling castle to shoot trashy horror book covers, ignore every warning, and get picked off in the most ridiculous, badly dubbed ways possible while the movie pretends it’s delivering pure Gothic terror. In the end it’s nothing but honest, brainless, wonderful B-movie trash. Sweaty beefcake bullshit wrapped in cobwebs and screams. And goddamn if I didn’t love every pulpy, over-the-top minute of it. :)