The Night of Bloody Horror

1969 "Keep telling yourself, it's only a picture!"
3.5| 1h29m| R| en
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Wesley goes on a killing spree while experiencing the nightmares of his brother who was killed thirteen years earlier.

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Inclubabu Plot so thin, it passes unnoticed.
Ameriatch One of the best films i have seen
Beystiman It's fun, it's light, [but] it has a hard time when its tries to get heavy.
Billy Ollie Through painfully honest and emotional moments, the movie becomes irresistibly relatable
tavm This was another of those cheap low-budget horror movies I remember seeing in newspaper ads or television commercials on late night as a child in the '70s and wondering what they would be like. The version I watched on YouTube was a little faded and washed out but I saw clearly enough to understand what was going on and enjoy a little. I say a little since with the running time being about ninety minutes, there's not enough time to give too deep characterizations as to motive for the various murders that happen here. As the lead suspect, a young Gerald McRaney is pretty adequate in one of his earliest roles (though he must have considered himself the luckiest man with the women he kissed here). There's also a nightclub scene with a local rock band called The Bored that has a few sixties moments like having some frames printed in negative form with some painted colors added. (and can you dig the cyclone-like special effects that depicts McRaney's "migranes"?) Despite the tagline being "Keep telling yourself, It's only a picture, only a picture...", I don't think the few gore scenes were all that scary, in fact, they looked a bit fake. So on that note, Night of Bloddy Horror is no great shakes though it's not completely boring either. P.S. The theatre that was playing this movie in the late '70s (and perhaps the late '60s as well when this was first released) was the now-defunct Joy's Robert E. Lee one which had four screens during a time when most cinemas in our area had just two. The movie house I just mentioned was perhaps one of 200 owned by one Joy N. Houck, Sr. whose son, Joy Jr., was this film's director. By the way, my neighboring city New Orleans (where Joy Jr. was born) was the location used for filming.
FilmFatale TV star Gerald MacRaney probably left this off his resume when he was palling around with Bush and Quayle during his "Major Dad" heyday. Mac plays Wesley Stuart, a nice boy with a pretty effed up past. He's done some time in the looney bin, but still meets some pretty groovy chicks to shag. Only problem is, they usually end up dead! Wesley lives with his mom in a nice little house, but she's got a major chip on her shoulder since Wesley accidentally killed his brother. "Trippy" shots, psychedelic flashes and even a bad band surface in this strangely acted little relic. And there's really no bloody horror to speak of. However, the ending is nice and grimy and if there had been as much care given to the rest of the movie as there is to the end, it could have been a classic guilty pleasure. As it is, it's just so-so.
InjunNose ...but contains some great library music (from the synthnoise opening theme to the unsettling dream sequence toward the end of the film) and is full of cheap, dingy atmosphere. Gerald McRaney of "Simon and Simon" and "Major Dad" delivers a ridiculously overwrought performance as Wesley, a grumpy, balding young fella prone to crippling headaches. His girlfriends are being bumped off one after another, the police are leaning on him, and Wesley's corpse-faced mother obviously harbors a deep resentment for her troubled son. What's going on? Is Wesley a killer? You'll have the story figured out less than halfway through the film. "Night of Bloody Horror" offers up quite a few tasty morsels for bad-movie fans, including a long scene featuring The Bored--a six- or seven-man psychedelic ensemble with the worst vocalist ever--and a wonderful moment in which Wesley's mother harangues him for "having no respect". McRaney has taken all the maternal abuse he can withstand; he twists his face into a disgusted grimace and snarls, "Why? For god's sake...WHY?!" before storming out of the room. William Shatner would be proud!
grybop Horror? Hahaha! This is a trashy so-called thriller that is slightly reminiscent of Hitchcock's Psycho. Only that this one is totally predictable and full of gore. Gerald McRaney gives a good performance, but it doesn't save the film from mediocrity. There is almost no suspense, in fact waiting to see if the next scene is worse than the one you are watching is far more suspenseful. Really, one would try hard to find a movie with more fake special effects than this one; the sound is often unsynchronized, while the red paint you keep in the basement would have worked better in the gore scenes! Anyway, this one's for the cult trash fans, like me.3