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More ridiculous fun from D’Amato and Eastman, serves as a spiritual sequel to their splattery classic, Anthropophagus. Eastman is a hard-to-kill Greek psychopath being hunted down by a dedicated priest, portrayed by personal favorite Edmund Purdom. The film opens with Eastman getting his stomach ripped open on a cast-iron fence and wandering into the mansion of some suburbanites. Our towering creep has some unbelievable recuperative powers and wakes up in the hospital, ready to get his murder on. What follows is D’Amato’s bizarro take on Halloween. Eastman slaughters the hell out of a bunch of folks (Michele Soavi, among them) on his way back to the house he wandered into earlier. Not because he enjoys the family’s company or anything, but on his wanderings he recognizes the father’s car... which hit him earlier that night and drove on off. Of course mom and pop have gone down the road to a friend’s house to watch the Super Bowl, so he terrorizes the crippled and bedridden daughter, her annoying and curly-haired little brother and the dedicated babysitter instead. It doesn’t go the way its inspiration would have you expecting. Purdom eventually lets the local police force know they have a killer whose body can regenerate dead cells on their hands and they’re gonna need the help of the biochemist-priest who has been tracking him since he escaped from a Catholic laboratory (at least I like to imagine it was some sort of church-funded lab). He also lets them know they gotta kill the brain to kill the man, everything else will prove rather futile. Graphic violence and the American tradition of chowing down on spaghetti whilst watching the Super Bowl follows. Dumb as fuck and I wouldn’t change a damn thing about it.
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