One
of countless Italian exploitation horror films that needlessly feigned an
American location in the hopes of tapping into foreign markets; as though true
fans of the genre ever fell for the trickery or objected that the films so
obviously bore the hallmarks of their homeland.
Seven-foot tall George Eastman is inexplicably rendered immortal after
being chased through the park by a priest and impaled on a gate. Waking up from surgery with a murderous compulsion,
he proceeds to take a cranium drill to the cranium of a hapless nurse. That’s just the beginning of a serious of
gruesome deaths spattered with pathetically fake melted-crayon-looking blood,
which are interspersed with a ponderous plot that never quite explains why any
of this is happening or what Eastman’s deal was in the first place. If all of these phenomena sound like
failings, a viewing of the film will correct that view. It rather joyously delivers everything an
Italian gore film from around 1980 should deliver; namely, lots of viscera with
splashes of style and eccentricity that make everything tolerable if not
enjoyable.
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