1972 / d. H. G. Lewis
Repulsive low-budget bloodfest from the godfather of gore, Herschell Gordon Lewis. The movie watches like a cheap 70s porno, with a soundtrack to match (say what you will, the music is actually a hilarious selling point), and is certainly not for everyone. Women will need to look past the misogynistic overtones to enjoy the campy, gratuitous gore, which includes everything from a rump beating with a meat tenderizer, nipple removals with a pair of scissors, to a ruthless face scalding in a pot of boiling oil. Sleazy fun at its best… or maybe worst.