Also see H.G. Lewis Goreography
A frustrated beatnik painter by the name of Adam Sorg (Gordon Oas-Heim) spends his days at his ratty beach-front home, attempting to create art, but mostly being nagged by his girlfriend. Yet she actually saves his career when she accidentally pricks her finger and bleeds onto one of his canvases. Being the demented son-of-a-gun he is, he becomes mesmerized by the color, encouraging her to donate more blood with the help of a razor. She freaks, and he finishes his masterpiece with his own hemoglobin. It’s a monstrous success, and we drift into a vicious cycle very similar to Roger Corman‘s A Bucket of Blood (1959). The need for more of the red stuff, to make more hit paintings, means Sorg must tap the arteries (and intestines) of unwilling donors. His bitchy girlfriend naturally being first to go. And he’d have gotten away with it to, if it hadn’t been for those nosey kids. This picture marked the end of the Lewis/Friedman partnership.
Notables: No breasts. Four corpses. Weenie roasting. Gratuitous French accents. Gunshot to the face.
Quotables: How to charm your mate: "If we ever got married, the first thing I’d do is get a divorce" and "If we get married, I’m gonna hire me a psychiatrist." Jack emotes when faced with a shocking discovery, "Holy bananas! It’s a girls leg!"
Time codes: The thrilling paddle boat sequence (11:10). A bloody breakthrough (19:15). Sorg can’t handle criticism (26:30). Worms wriggle inside rotting corpse (1:12:19).