So awful, and yet, so awesome. Plastic acting, no nudity, but skin and blood a-plenty. Hard not to enjoy this. Hilarious. An artist needs blood for his palette to make his masterpieces. Cliche extreme, including art dealer and art critic. This is your guilty getaway... Dip dip.
Final installment of H.G. Lewis' "Blood Trilogy" perhaps looks the best of the three (but that's not saying much), but it's also the most aimless of the bunch. An odd and rambling story of a failed artist whose work is rejuvenated when he begins painting with blood, COLOR ME BLOOD RED is a silly and poorly executed effort that never really goes anywhere.