Mrs. Dorothy Fremont wants to throw a very special dinner party for her daughter Suzette. She calls on a local caterer, Fuad Ramses, who promises to prepare her an Egyptian feast, one that has not been prepared for 5,000 years. Suzette’s boyfriend, police detective Pete Thornton, is investigating a series of grisly murders. Someone has been attacking young women and harvesting various organs and body parts. What no one realizes is that Fuad Ramses is the killer and needs the body parts to resurrect a long dead goddess. —IMDb
Herschell Gordon Lewis was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, in 1929. After attending grade school, Lewis received a Master’s degree in Journalism at Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois. A few years later, he became a professor of English literature at Mississippi State College. He was lured from his teaching career to be manager of WRAC Radio in Racine, Wisconsin, then to become a studio director at WKY-TV in Oklahoma City. In 1953, he settled in Chicago and began working for a friend’s advertising agency while teaching graduate advertising courses at night at Roosevelt University. In the meantime, he began directing commercial advertisements for a production company called Alexander and Associates. Lewis later bought out half of the company with business associate Martin Schmidhofer and renamed it Lewis and Martin Films. In 1960 he decided to go into the filmmaking business and produced The Prime Time (1960), which he made with his own money. It was profitable, so he next… read more
Herschell Gordon Lewis, smut peddler extraordiaire, may be the ultimate cinematic huckster hack, but this hilariously inept exploitation film remains infamous for one reason - it's the world's first gore film. The plot, about an Egyptian cultist killing young women, is beside the point, as Lewis bathes the film in increasingly hokey bloody effects. Silly and poorly made, but a must for fans of grindhouse cinema.
What do you consider to be unusual? In the annals of the sand that permeates the haunted cabals of Egypt, this question is posed with the greatest awareness of the parallax that impinges on the sensibilities of the contemporary, the en vogue. The crimson cascades of blood, the shrieks that send shivers, are these not the triumphs of Thanatopsis? And of this fantasia? I don't know. What do you recommend?