Blood Mania
Blood Mania really wanted audiences to think it was a horror movie. What it actually was, was a combination of soft core porn and bad drama. The soundtrack often sounded like it was lifted from the Emmanuelle movie franchise. When it didn't, it sounded like outtakes from a Vanilla Fudge album. The cinemaphotography sometimes looked like someone was using a home movie camera to film the actors from afar without their knowledge. The story was so slow that I was really looking forward to the blood mania getting started and all these assholes getting wiped out.

The daughter, Victoria, is supposed to be a nymphomaniac I guess. We are to surmise this from a couple of comments and a scene where she takes of her top and jumps in the pool with the pool boy. Then the pool boy, who is obviously in his mid-twenties, says something about his mom expecting him home and runs away. So right away they veer away from realism, unless maybe he was gay. Actually a closeted gay pool boy in 1970's L.A. isn't too big a stretch, so I take back my criticism of that scene. It makes perfect sense now.

After she coerces the good (?) doc to cover for her, they find out that before the will can be read Victoria's previously completely unmentioned sister has to be brought back. Oh, before I forget, somewhere in all of this the doc's girlfriend, one of only two characters in this movie who isn't a complete piece of shit, allows the blackmailer to rape her in exchange to leave the doc alone. After he has violated her and she lies traumatized and whimpering on the couch, he says that she wasn't that good, so she can forget the deal. That's the last we see of her.

The movie falls far short of the promise of its title and opening credits sequence. But it does have lots of boobs, so if you like boobs as much as I do there is that. Speaking of the opening sequence, when Gail and the doc are making love she flashes back to that sequence for some unexplained reason. Apparently there was another version made for television where they cut out the boobs (BOO!) and the 15 seconds of violence, and made the home health nurse an accomplice of the blackmailer (which at least would explain how he ended up at the house). Speaking of the house, apparently the actual house was once owned by Bela Lugosi. That bit of trivia is really the only thing other than boobs and a psychedelic ambience that make this movie at all interesting.
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