Unlike Blood Feast, Maniacs is a bit longer and boasts more of a traditional three act structure. Unfortunately, it doesn't really maintain interest. The kills are obvious highlights and the premise of a gory, Southern-fried Brigadoon is initially quite fun, but it grows tiresome fast.
Brilliant premise of society that takes advantage of traumatic history as an excuse for mad men's slaughter is ruined with wooden acting and plain execution. So, simple moments of sheer shock and horrified revelations combined with gory scenes never crawl under your skin as it should. The ending leaves the door of creeping hell open and therefore is the only redeeming factor of horror that could've been.
Le quitamos esos obvios defectos técnicos, la mala actuación, y queda una película de terror-comedia respetable. Pero lo cierto es que esa cuota defectuosa es el plus que le da valor al filme, de tonos excéntricos y macabros. No hay necesidad de realizar una carnicería. Son apenas cuatros las muertes que despegan a una fascinación y repulsión hacia la imagen. Ese final fantasmagórico le otorga además un grato ingenio
Another barely watchable gorefest from Herschell Gordon Lewis. The production values are a slight step above his usual abysmal incompetence, but it's still a tough 87 minutes to sit through. There is an element of inventive cruelty to the gore scenes, but the crowds of shrill, shrieking hillbillies are so obnoxious it's not even entertaining as a cheesy bad movie.
The godfather of gore struck again with this goofy tale of a group of northerners who stumble upon a southern town whose bloodthirsty hillbilly population is celebrating their centennial by slaughtering yankees in increasingly creative ways. Completely ridiculous, horribly acted, and completely inept sound and editing, TWO THOUSAND MANIACS may actually set a new low after his infamous non-masterpiece, BLOOD FEAST.