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Plot Synopsis

This mind-numbingly odd product from the Gator State has so many moments of absolute mania it practically exists in a genre of its own: the Sunday-School-Horror-Rock-N-Roll-Biker-Anti-Drug-Message flick. The vague suggestion of a plot is narrated (i.e. interrupted, editorialized and hacked upon) by producer/director/lunatic Brad Grinter, who comes across as a bizarre gene-splicing of a tent preacher and a raving bus-depot derelict who smokes like a chimney and has to stop periodically to cough up what's left of his lungs. When able to complete a sentence, Grinter presents his wacky morality tale of an Elvis-styled biker named Herschel (Steve Hawkes, who shares some of the guilt as co-producer) who gets caught up in a duel between good sister Angel and her devilish sibling Ann. Hersh winds up toking off a little of Ann's devil weed which, when combined with a heaping helping of dad's experimental poultry, transforms him into a rampaging turkey beast. Horrendously fake gore murders ensue when the fowl freak goes for the throats of the local dope pushers, until the aptly-named Angel prays the dumb cluck back to normal. Despite the occasional hint that this entire exercise might be an elaborate, straight-faced put-on, the most blood-curdling aspect of this movie is the notion that its backers were probably sincere. ~ Cavett Binion, All Movie Guide

Editorial Reviews:

This bizarre, Florida-lensed oddity attempts to be an ecology-themed monster movie, a sensationalistic exploitation item, and a religious anti-drug propaganda piece all at once, but the resulting mess doesn't get anywhere near succeeding at these aims. Technical credits are generally awful; the photography is grainy and poorly lit and the editing is choppy. Even the sound effects are bad; the same scream is used over and over during the scare scenes. The film also suffers from inept acting (leading man Steve Hawkes is particularly wooden) and dialogue that would make even the best actors look silly. Despite all these problems, Blood Freak is guaranteed to entertain fans of cinematic misfires because it is bad in such a strange and uniquely creative way. It is full of touches that push the film out of the realm of mere bad filmmaking and into the realm absurdly surreal. For instance, the narration delivered on camera by director Brad Grinter mixes scientific mumbo-jumbo and brain-damaged mysticism in a manner worthy of Criswell and the title creature's sublimely goofy design must be seen to be (dis)believed. In the end, Blood Freak's thorough ineptitude is likely to frustrate most viewers but any brave soul with a yen for filmmaking at its most misguided will find plenty to be amused by with this one-of-a-kind effort. ~ Donald Guarisco, All Movie Guide