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NEW YORK -- This low-budget gorefest is the latest effort from director-screenwriter Terry M. West, whose previous credits include such films as "Sexy 6th Sense", "Satan's School for Lust", "Witchbabe" and "Lord of the G-Strings". I mention these titles because they give you some idea of the filmmaker's aesthetic, which is to combine horror with licentiousness in a manner designed to please the target demographic of adolescent -- or at least adolescent-minded -- males. "Flesh for the Beast", his newest magnum opus, is currently playing an exclusive engagement as the first attraction for the Videotheatre, New York's newest cinema venue.
After a prologue set a century ago featuring cameos by genre veterans Caroline Munro
("Abominable Dr. Phibes", "Dracula A.D. 1972") and Aldo Sanbrell ("Golden Voyage of Sinbad", the Sergio Leone Westerns) as a mysterious gypsy and a notorious occultist, respectively, the film moves to the present day. The new owner (Sergio Jones
) of the occultist's mansion, which had become a first-class bordello, has recruited a team of paranormal investigators to investigate the house's really bad vibes.
As with such obvious cinematic inspirations as "The Haunting" and "The Legend of Hell House", among many, many others, bad things soon start happening to the team, which include four hapless men and a beautiful woman psychic (Jane Scarlett
, who in real life operates a Web site dubbed "chainsaw.com"). This film's chief variation is that the evil but beautiful succubi haunting the house get naked and have sex with their victims shortly before donning fake-looking Halloween masks and disemboweling them in carnage-filled scenes featuring gallons of fake blood and a plethora of convincing-looking entrails.
Although cheap looking and amateurishly acted, "Flesh for the Beast", which features a music score by the eccentric guitarist Buckethead, doesn't invite huge critical derision, if only for the palpable enthusiasm of both the cast and filmmaker for their gory shenanigans. While unlikely to achieve a place in the horror film pantheon, or even its sub-basement, the film will no doubt assume its rightful place in the video collections of the genre's more rabid -- and horny -- fans.