The Baron of Blood’s debut feature doubles as a campy drive-in flick and an intelligent satire on the struggle between middle class propriety and the primal urges inherent in human nature. It’s a central figure in that long-running and tired argument between trash and art.ĭavid Cronenberg’s Shivers (1975) is a fine example of this.
One of the reasons for this is that erotic horror straddles that fine line between art and exploitation. This is a well-known and exhausted trope, and as much as I enjoy a good slasher movie, it isn’t often that you find one that has something insightful or interesting to say about sexuality, other than: DON’T DO IT, OR JASON WILL MURDER YOUR ASS! The truth is, it’s difficult to combine these elements into an effective whole. You have a teenage couple banging bareback by the lake, when suddenly the killer jumps out of nowhere and drives a machete through their writhing, naked bodies. Sex and horror have always gone hand in hand. If done properly, these films have the potential to offer the viewer an engaging transgressive experience, by providing commentary on the nature of sexuality and our darker human impulses. Let me preface this review by saying that I’m a huge fan of erotic horror.
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