Dir: Don Swan
High-camp, no-budget gorefest from the 80s that enlightens viewers on the legend of 'Goza' (Theo Depuay), rebel member of an ancient sect called The Righteous Brotherhood. Seems Goza has "lost that loving feeling" (geddit?), so in 1386, his fellow cultists curse him to live eternally. The catch is that his body will deteriorate horribly if he doesn't eat human flesh every day. Flash-forward 600 years and Goza is a Hawaiian-shirt-wearing dandy, running a beach-side restaurant that serves up blood in the cocktails, surfer chicks in the burgers and health inspectors in the soup! You can probably guess the rest. Especially if you've seen "Blood Feast". Made-up rituals, nonsense dialogue and gratuitous cannibalism abound but, on a technical level, "Gore-Met.." makes even "Orgy of the Dead" seem like "Apocalypse Now". The photography is one step lower than home-movie standard, the acting is so bad and miscast it's actually surreal (priests in hoodies?) and the choppings, slicings, heart-rippings, drillings and decapitations are laughably unconvincing. On the other hand, the spontaneous blues jams (!), over-abundance of loud shirts, constant beer-drinking and frequent dance eruptions give the impression that the filmmakers were having a party rather than making a movie. This sense of fun is, against all better judgement, surprisingly contagious and undeniably genuine. As a result, it's with the greatest affection that I award this rating: EL BOMBA!
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