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Blood Feast is a 1963 American splatter film directed by Herschell Gordon Lewis. It concerns a psychopathic food caterer who kills women so that he can include their body parts in his meals and perform sacrifices to his "Egyptian goddess" Ishtar. It is considered the first splatter film, and is notable for its groundbreaking depictions of on-screen gore. It was followed by a belated sequel, Blood Feast 2: All U Can Eat, in 2002.
In a suburban Miami house, a young woman arrives home and turns on her portable radio, which broadcasts news of the latest of several recent murders. The woman turns off the radio and begins to take a bath. Suddenly a gray-haired, wild-eyed man appears in the bathroom and brutally stabs the woman in her left eye, killing her. The man hacks off her left leg with a machete and leaves with it. The next day at the police station, detective Pete Thornton reviews the latest murder, noting that a homicidal maniac has killed four women without leaving any clues. The police chief advises him to continue to pursue the case.
Egyptian caterer busies himself collecting body parts from young maidens in order to bring Ishtar, an ancient goddess of good and evil back to life. When he has prepared enough parts for the ceremony, he hypnotizes a woman giving an engagement party for her daughter, at which he plans to perform the ancient rites of summons, using the daughter as his final sacrifice.
Keywords: ancient-rite, ancient-ritual, anger, bathroom, bathtub, bikini, blonde-stereotype, blood, blood, blood-splatter
[the killer is crushed to death in a garbage truck]::Police Captain: He died a fitting end for the garbage he was.
Mrs. Dorothy Fremont: Good day, are you Mr. Ramses? I'm Dorothy Fremont. Well, I heard about you from a friend of mine, Annette Dupree. I'm giving a dinner party in two weeks for my daughter, and Mrs. Dupree says that you cater to just about the type of thing I'm looking for. I want something ususal, something totally different.::Fuad Ramses: Yes, Mrs. Fremont. I do cater to unusual affairs. What do you consider to be unusual?::Mrs. Dorothy Fremont: Oh, I don't know. What do you recommend?::Fuad Ramses: Have you ever had... an Egyptian Feast?::[musical fanfare]
Police Captain: Call the Fremonts, fast! And for Pete's sake, don't let them eat anything!
Suzette Fremont: Do you think we should park here? Do you think it's safe?::Det. Pete Thornton: On second thought, you might be safer with the killer than you are with me.
[first lines]::Radio Announcer: [voice] And now, some tragic local news. We have a report of another murder tonight. A young girl has been found dead in Rogers Park. The body was badly mutilated. Because of these murders, the police request that all women stay inside their homes after dark. If you must go out, please have someone accompany you. Keep your door locked.
Det. Pete Thornton: Well Frank, it look like one of those long hard ones!
Fuad Ramses: A feast such as this has not been performed in 5,000 years.
Police Captain: Ramses was the killer we've been looking for. Mrs. Fremont, I'm afraid this feast is evidence of murder!::Mrs. Dorothy Fremont: Oh dear! The guests will have to eat hamburgers for dinner tonight.
Headless body walks idly in despair
In search of life
Accident unfortunate for deceased
Victim of the night
Incision disconnecting the brain
Pattern from the spinal cold
Intelligence drained from the base of the skull
Lingering emotions, sensation last
The void now your future, yet life has just passed
Execution's hooded head Chopping Block Blues
Incriminating evidence
Unbelieving souls of the almost dead
Think of last words that might have been said
Explicit danger mounts, wipe clean the slate
Fall in tumbling motion, the basket awaits
Monstrous steps seem enormous
When at the top
Peering forth keel down to the altar of death
Adrenaline rushes towards the final peak
Disgusting agony
Cold steel slices through your neck
Lingering emotions, sensation last
The void now your future, yet life has just passed
Execution's hooded head Chopping Block Blues
Incriminating evidence
Unbelieving souls of the almost dead
Think of last words that might have been said
Explicit danger mounts, wipe clean the slate
Fall in tumbling motion, the basket awaits
The outstretched necks of many around
Primordial instincts fighting they stay alive
Chained and shackled in dungeons underground
Decapitation is the way that you must die
Pieces of flesh swing loosely in the breeze
Bits of something that once was life
Eyes bulge out
Brains being crushed
Right through your face
Then you will die!
Watching through eyes that know
The feeling of death
The mind shrieks in pain endless period of time
Slump heavily as one's head is
Struck from their body