Hershel Gordon Lewis came out of directorial retirement after 30 years to make this sequel to his original opus. Was it worth the wait? Actually, I don’t know. I have the original in my Netflix queue, but this sequel was available for streaming so I watched this first. I had no problem keeping up.
Basically the story of the offspring of the original antagonist inherits a store that he rehabs and opens as a catering business. This inheritance came complete with a statue of the goddess Ishtar (no, not the Hoffman/Beatty crap pile) which compels him to slaughter the townsfolk and incorporate them into his dishes. The lion’s share of which are served to the guests at a wedding he caters at the end of the film. I know this sounds just like the plot to the Father of the Bride 2, but you are mistaken.
This movie did not have a huge budget, or any actors I have ever seen before or since. Not to say that this was bad. On the contrary, this had a plethora of elements a great HoPoTo movie should contain: excessive gore, an impressive body count, over the top and/or bad acting, gallows humor, bad puns, completely unnecessary (but not unwelcome) nudity, and stereotypes out the ying-yang (it’s a medical term).
Add to that a swinging rockabilly soundtrack provided by Southern Culture on the Skids and a perv-fect cameo with John Waters as a priest and you have a pretty good horror movie. Lewis didn’t aspire to any high art or try to make it into something it is not. He just did what he does (used to do) well: make a nasty, funny, campy, visceral horror movie. A great way to spend 90 minutes.
4 Georges
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