BA_Harrison William Joyce plays womanising author Tom Harris, whose agent Duncan Fairchild (Dan Stapletion) insists he accompany him and his wife Coral (Betty Hyatt Linton) to Voodoo Island in the Caribbean to soak up some atmosphere for a new book. While investigating the island, Tom has a close encounter with a killer native (who hacks off a fisherman's head with a machete), but is saved by the arrival of plantation overseer Charles Bentley (Walter Coy), who chases the attacker away. At Bentley's home, Tom meets attractive blonde Jeannie (Heather Hewitt), whose father Dr. Biladeau (Robert Stanton) is trying to create a cure for cancer from snake venom. After another attack by more natives, Tom believes that Jeannie's life is in danger and tries to convince her to leave before it is too late.Released in 1971, but actually filmed seven years earlier, director Del Tenney's Zombie Bloodbath (AKA I Eat Your Skin) is a poverty stricken, Z-grade B-movie with zero stars, clumsy direction and a clunky plot, and yet it possesses a chintzy charm that I found hard to resist. With its playboy novelist hero, beautiful love interest, a misguided scientist, a jazzy lounge soundtrack, a remote tropical setting, a smidgen of '60s cheesecake, a voodoo song and dance routine, and a small army of bug-eyed zombie natives, everything is in place for some seriously campy fun, which Tenney most definitely delivers. Apart from the unexpected beheading early on, other fun moments for schlock connoisseurs include an aeroplane's tyres screeching when landing on a sandy beach, Tom and Duncan's unstealthy assault on a boat, and a papier-mâché model of the island exploding.

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.

oscar-35 *Spoiler/plot- 1964, An Miami Beach pulp fiction author and his agent with his wife in tow are invited to a unknown Caribbean island by a British peer for a relaxing visit. The author seeks just more of surf, sand, sea and native virgin girls in bikinis. They go to get more 'research' material for the author's next book, but they get more than they bargain for in this island's terror, murder, voodoo rituals, poisoning, zombies and fighting for their lives. Gilligans island was never like this!! *Special Stars- William Joyce, Heather Hewitt, Walter Coy. Dir- Del Tenney *Theme- Be careful what adventure you wish for, you might get it.*Based on- Voodoo myths and rituals and pulp novels of the era*Trivia/location/goofs- There's no 'eating your skin' matters with zombies, just a secret doctor's elixir given to the island natives that make their skin and eyes wrinkle-ly and dry with no will of their own (like zombies) for world domination ??!!!*Emotion- A wonderfully watch-able dated early 60's film with the characters hard drinking, smoking, bikinied and male exhibiting deep misogynistic attitudes towards all the Caucasian women featured in this film. A film dinosaur to see and enjoy.

Steve Nyland (Squonkamatic) Pretty slick little number here, a way low budget zombie voodoo potboiler filmed on the quick in Florida at the height of the early James Bond craze. Expect lots of palm trees, swept back wayfarer sunglasses, a big brassy orchestra with twangy guitars + bongo drums, boozy bimbos swooning by the pool, and some sort of novel mode of transportation, in this case an airplane that is destroyed in the movie's biggest laugh.The film concerns itself with a swinging playboy writer who is dispatched to darkest Key West to get to the bottom of some wacky voodoo cult and meets a couple of decent looking dames between stops for cocktails. The natives use a powerful narcotic which transforms them into the living dead and explains the jungle being just a mess after all this time. The damndest thing is that Carey Grant would have felt right at home in this movie, even with the ping pong ball zombie monster makeup.The movie is awful for sure but it works in some miraculous way, partly due to the fact that it was aware it was an awful movie employing awful actors, using awful cinematography, awful music, and awful script, etc. The good news is that everybody participating was apparently briefed before hand lest any sort of sweeping performances or actual cinematic artfulness sneak past the dime store tiki torches, wet bars, and matching salt + pepper shakers. Some good one liners though, I guess that's harmless enough to allow without tempting anybody to take it too seriously. Then again with a title like that, who can?It's kitsch, bounding with energy and some decent smarmy humor that will either get on your nerves or catch you with a belly laugh when you aren't expecting one. I like another reader's comment when writing that they had enjoyed this film more than the three A list big budget event films they rented at a Blockbuster: PRECISELY! Yes, that's the spirit! They were able to relax and just watch this god awful no-name movie for what it was -- rather than being primed to have the world saved or the universe explained by Leonardo di Caprio -- and ended up having a pretty good time. Caught them by surprise probably. You can buy it on DVD for a dollar, probably less, and keep it for your very own. Try it.4/10