Flesh for the Beast is a film that comes very close to B-movie hall of fame, and then completely throws it's momentum down the toilet. The first few minutes are really intense, the best in the movie in fact. I was really overjoyed by what was happening on the screen. Add to that a creepy score (provided by Buckethead no less) over the credits and I was downright looking forward to the next 80 minutes. I wasn't even bothered by the fact that it wasn't shot on film. I was willing to overlook it. However, I was not willing to overlook some very lame actors. Some of the worst I've ever seen. But I still didn't want to fault it; I wanted to give it the benefit of the doubt. This was going to be a classic. I mean Caroline Munro and Aldo Sabrell were going to be in here somewhere so the acting level would rise, right? Right? Not quite. They have one scene, and it's a flashback. The movie kills whatever class it could have had by throwing in a very bad sex scene every five minutes...literally. Not that it would have necessarily been a bad thing. Nudity is sometimes a must have with these flicks, but it's something you really don't want in this one. Like many others have pointed out, there's not a gorgeous women in sight. Not even a remotely "she's alright" one. I mean, was Julie Strain that busy? Why were these lame sex scenes tossed in? It just wasn't necessary. I've read that the film was trying to be a throwback to the 70's Euroshock era, and I supposed they succeeded more-so than not. But it still wasn't a good movie. I wanted a Night of the Demons style gorefest and I got just another terrible softcore porn that director Terry West has done in the past.
Note for genre buffs: A few of the character names are actually famous horror authors.