Fluentiama Perfect cast and a good story

Pluskylang Great Film overall

InformationRap This is one of the few movies I've ever seen where the whole audience broke into spontaneous, loud applause a third of the way in.

Aneesa Wardle The story, direction, characters, and writing/dialogue is akin to taking a tranquilizer shot to the neck, but everything else was so well done.

BA_Harrison William Joyce plays womanising author Tom Harris, whose agent Duncan Fairchild (Dan Stapletion) insists he accompany him and his wife Coral (Betty Hyatt Linton) to Voodoo Island in the Caribbean to soak up some atmosphere for a new book. While investigating the island, Tom has a close encounter with a killer native (who hacks off a fisherman's head with a machete), but is saved by the arrival of plantation overseer Charles Bentley (Walter Coy), who chases the attacker away. At Bentley's home, Tom meets attractive blonde Jeannie (Heather Hewitt), whose father Dr. Biladeau (Robert Stanton) is trying to create a cure for cancer from snake venom. After another attack by more natives, Tom believes that Jeannie's life is in danger and tries to convince her to leave before it is too late.Released in 1971, but actually filmed seven years earlier, director Del Tenney's Zombie Bloodbath (AKA I Eat Your Skin) is a poverty stricken, Z-grade B-movie with zero stars, clumsy direction and a clunky plot, and yet it possesses a chintzy charm that I found hard to resist. With its playboy novelist hero, beautiful love interest, a misguided scientist, a jazzy lounge soundtrack, a remote tropical setting, a smidgen of '60s cheesecake, a voodoo song and dance routine, and a small army of bug-eyed zombie natives, everything is in place for some seriously campy fun, which Tenney most definitely delivers. Apart from the unexpected beheading early on, other fun moments for schlock connoisseurs include an aeroplane's tyres screeching when landing on a sandy beach, Tom and Duncan's unstealthy assault on a boat, and a papier-mâché model of the island exploding.

Bezenby This one is pretty much one of my favourite black and white b-movies. It's got the lot: cheese, cheese, and even cheese! A playboy romance writer is plucked from his poolside harem for reasons I never quite managed to figure out to go to Voodoo Island, where, in a plot strikingly similar to Zombie Holocaust, a doctor is working on something or other involving snakes. I think the doctor tried to explain what he was doing at some point, but I was too caught up in all the zombie action.You've got to love the writer character. He's not above revealing himself from his vantage point of watching a girl skinny dipping when a zombie comes looking for her. Also, he's tough enough to get over witnessing a native getting decapitated to try and get into that skinny dipping girls pants! There's voodoo, zombies, punch-ups with zombies, chase sequences, slapstick comedy, spousal abuse (the writer thinks its hilarious!), and unluckily a bit of animal cruelty that I missed the first 50 times I watched this. It's all fun at the end of the day and if several hundred people get killed in an explosion, it's alright as long as you end sipping booze by the pool.Good stuff.

evanston_dad Sadly, no skin is eaten in "I Eat Your Skin," but that's still a much better title for this low budget stinkeroo than its alternate, "Zombies." Filmed for what looks to be about five dollars, "Skin" tells the tale of a playboy writer who's whisked away by his agent to a jungle island where stories of strange going on abound, in the hopes that the writer will be inspired to compose his next bestseller. Once there, they find...you guessed it....freaked out zombies made so by some sort of scientific experiments being conducted by the wealthy man who lives on the island and serves as host to the writer and his posse.The handsome but completely unknown (to me at least) actor William Joyce plays the writer and delivers some beefcake eye candy to the ladies in a couple of shirtless scenes. But there's not much of a compelling reason for the rest of us to watch, unless it's to make fun of a bad movie.And oy vay does this movie do nothing for 1960s civil rights. All of the black people in the movie are either oogie-boogie savages, zombies, or zombie accomplices. Martin Luther King, please look the other way.Grade: D

Steve Nyland (Squonkamatic) Pretty slick little number here, a way low budget zombie voodoo potboiler filmed on the quick in Florida at the height of the early James Bond craze. Expect lots of palm trees, swept back wayfarer sunglasses, a big brassy orchestra with twangy guitars + bongo drums, boozy bimbos swooning by the pool, and some sort of novel mode of transportation, in this case an airplane that is destroyed in the movie's biggest laugh.The film concerns itself with a swinging playboy writer who is dispatched to darkest Key West to get to the bottom of some wacky voodoo cult and meets a couple of decent looking dames between stops for cocktails. The natives use a powerful narcotic which transforms them into the living dead and explains the jungle being just a mess after all this time. The damndest thing is that Carey Grant would have felt right at home in this movie, even with the ping pong ball zombie monster makeup.The movie is awful for sure but it works in some miraculous way, partly due to the fact that it was aware it was an awful movie employing awful actors, using awful cinematography, awful music, and awful script, etc. The good news is that everybody participating was apparently briefed before hand lest any sort of sweeping performances or actual cinematic artfulness sneak past the dime store tiki torches, wet bars, and matching salt + pepper shakers. Some good one liners though, I guess that's harmless enough to allow without tempting anybody to take it too seriously. Then again with a title like that, who can?It's kitsch, bounding with energy and some decent smarmy humor that will either get on your nerves or catch you with a belly laugh when you aren't expecting one. I like another reader's comment when writing that they had enjoyed this film more than the three A list big budget event films they rented at a Blockbuster: PRECISELY! Yes, that's the spirit! They were able to relax and just watch this god awful no-name movie for what it was -- rather than being primed to have the world saved or the universe explained by Leonardo di Caprio -- and ended up having a pretty good time. Caught them by surprise probably. You can buy it on DVD for a dollar, probably less, and keep it for your very own. Try it.4/10