A young Tony Geary stars as David, the whiniest, most milquetoast Vietnam vet in Hollywood history. While exploring Mexico, he meets and falls for a water nymph named Yyalah (Susan Damante in a cheesy blonde wig that hangs down to her rump). She loves David too (his vapidity notwithstanding), but there's a problem: a water nymph can never be with anyone who has a soul. So David sets about attempting to lose his. This leads him to Alotta, Queen of Witches (Dyanne Thorne of the notorious "Ilsa" trilogy), who agrees to destroy David's soul. But her being a witch and all, she demands unsavory stuff in return. When Alotta asks if David understands the terms of their pact, he screams, "Yes! Take my soul, damn you!" So she does, in an unintentionally riotous nude scene. Now he and Yyalah can be together, but difficulties arise as they are wont to do in your typical human/water-nymph relationship.
You know what, though? The plot is really beside the point. BLOOD SABBATH was made for one reason: endless shots of beautiful young women cavorting in the nude. That's right, folks. This film delivers a bevy of butt cheeks, boobies and bushes for the grindhouse crowd to ogle! Its other saving grace is Les Baxter's trippy, mind-blowing score; makes me wish there had been a soundtrack album.
As for the acting, it alternates between stilted cue-card reads and pyrotechnic scenery-chewing. The "special" effects include the severed head of a murdered priest, which looks like paper mache with red paint and a bad toupee. David's "Vietnam flashback" scenes appear to have been shot in the underbrush of a freeway rest area. Though the coven lives in Mexico, none of the characters speaks Spanish, or even sports a Mexican accent; the location shooting clearly took place in an American state park. And the less said about the cobweb-laden set piece that passes for the witches' dungeon, the better.
You know what, though? The plot is really beside the point. BLOOD SABBATH was made for one reason: endless shots of beautiful young women cavorting in the nude. That's right, folks. This film delivers a bevy of butt cheeks, boobies and bushes for the grindhouse crowd to ogle! Its other saving grace is Les Baxter's trippy, mind-blowing score; makes me wish there had been a soundtrack album.
As for the acting, it alternates between stilted cue-card reads and pyrotechnic scenery-chewing. The "special" effects include the severed head of a murdered priest, which looks like paper mache with red paint and a bad toupee. David's "Vietnam flashback" scenes appear to have been shot in the underbrush of a freeway rest area. Though the coven lives in Mexico, none of the characters speaks Spanish, or even sports a Mexican accent; the location shooting clearly took place in an American state park. And the less said about the cobweb-laden set piece that passes for the witches' dungeon, the better.