I Eat Your Skin

Schlock producer Jerry Gross rescued this previously-unreleased 1964 clunker (originally titled Voodoo Blood Bath from utter anonymity, saddling it with a meaningless (but cute) new title for a now-legendary drive-in double bill with I Drink Your Blood. Whereas its companion film has gained a sordid reputation for being one of the first films ever to be branded with an "X" rating by the MPAA solely for graphic violence, this limp zombie nonsense bears no such mark of distinction. The story is set on a lush tropical island where a writer (William Joyce) arrives in search of material on voodoo legends for his latest novel. He eventually stumbles onto the secret laboratory of a mad scientist whose experiments with reversing the aging process have been turning his native subjects into bug-eyed, papier-mâché-faced zombies. Despite this daunting side-effect, the doc goes right on with his experiments, zombie numbers keep growing, and the natives are growing seriously restless. So restless, it turns out, that they are prepared to sacrifice the scientist's pretty daughter (Heather Hewitt) in retaliation. Not even silly enough to be amusing, this one is just plain dull.