I Eat Your Skin (1971)

Very very predictable, including the post credit scene !!!

Excellent but underrated film

There is, somehow, an interesting story here, as well as some good acting. There are also some good scenes

By the time the dramatic fireworks start popping off, each one feels earned.

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.

A cancer researcher on a remote Caribbean island discovers that by treating the natives with snake venom he can turn them into bug-eyed zombies. Uninterested in this information, the unfortunate man is forced by his evil employer to create an army of the creatures in order to conquer the world. Horrible film.Directed so poorly. And don't expect any skin eating. In fact, don't expect anything resembling a movie! Bad B&W prints abound. No acting. No story. No directing. It's not even bad funny.Nothing but sleep for you.

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

Professional author, Tom Harris(William Joyce), quite the ladies' man, is commissioned by his aggravatingly persistent editor, Duncan Fairchild(Dan Stapleton), to write a piece on an island supposedly containing voodoo and zombies. When there, he falls in love with the lovely, radiant Jeannie(Heather Hewitt), the daughter of Dr. Biladeau(Robert Stanton)who is working with associate Charles Bentley(Walter Coy)in creating a cure for "the world's deadliest disease". Harris soon discovers that the island is indeed populated with tribal villagers who practice voodoo(..their dances around a campfire are showcased three different types for long periods)and zombies with glop faces and bulb eyeballs. Harris soon realizes that the villagers plan to sacrifice Jeannie, and that the zombies are actually created scientifically as a result of the experimental procedures through a snake-venom procedure on island innocents by the doctors seeking a cure that seems out of reach. Also in danger are Harris' editor Duncan and his nagging, grating wife Coral(Betty Hyatt Linton, whose voice at high screech were like nails down a chalkboard for me)along for the adventure. Harris and company will not be getting off the island easily as the villagers and their zombies(..those turned into these ghouls are actually humans without the possession of choice or will, robots used as objects of destruction)are in hot pursuit. Someone, however, is secretly calling the shots, treated as a demi-god wearing tribal gear and paint on his face and head so that he's unrecognizable, speaking orders to his voodoo lieutenant who then sends the zombies on the attack, to either harm or capture.Poverty-row at every respect, from the cast to the make-up effects. Harris is quite a symbol of machismo, shirt unbuttoned, exposing his chest, always punching somebody out that threatens him. The sets of the laboratory is completely naked of the usual machinery one is accustomed to(..even Ed Wood's "Bride of the Monster" had more mad-scientist props than this film has)and the island setting is barely used to any effect(..the film's centers on the voodoo parties and the place of refuge and relaxation for Harris and company;until their lives are endangered, that is). The zombies do get a chance to kill a few folks, but not in the ways fans are expecting(..this was before Romero would shock the world with zombies eating the flesh of the living). There's a weak beheading and a plane is blown to smithereens by a zombie carrying dynamite walking right into a spinning propeller. Harris is a tall, handsome actor with a certain stature who had the look of male heroes at this time. Flirting with the girls in bikinis at the opening, we get an idea of how male heroes were starting to emerge thanks to Sean Connery. "I Eat Your Skin" isn't a proper title, so I just refer to it as it was initially intended, "Zombies." It's too bad that the zombies in this picture lack in the scary or creepy department(..we actually see, through the use of dissolve, how a human changes into these things). Perhaps it's Del Tenney's failure at producing an atmosphere that generates such a result regarding the zombies seeming less eerie or chilling. My copy of the film suffered from poor quality, but seeing that this movie had such little entertainment value to offer(..it seems to bring enjoyment to the hearts of fans of camp)I wasn't that disappointed.