The Roger Corman film school frequently created convoluted projects for young filmmakers. Necessity has mothered many strange things and Blood Bath is just such an assemblage of Expressionism, a little giallo, beatnik comedy, and vampirism. As well as several failed or abandoned films.
The result, a film credited to both Stephanie Rothman and Jack Hill, turns out to be weirdly fun, though a Frankenstein’s monster whose stitching shows clearly.
The killer, who paints red, dead nudes, does so from naked bodies from which he has taken life. But this isn’t A Bucket of Blood redux, he’s also a vampire, obsessed with a long dead wife who led him to be burned at the stake or something.
The film playfully pokes fun as art and pretension as well.
RIP, Sid Haig, a hairy beatnik here.