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Back in 2005, B-movie maven Charles Band directed genre icon Tony Todd in Cutter’s Club, but the indie horror movie ran into financial trouble at the end of production and it never saw the light of day.

20 years later, in the wake of Todd’s passing, Band rescued the lost negative and completed the film, which is now streaming exclusively on Tubi via Full Moon Features.

Creatures, carnage, and macabre malpractice ensue when a pair of medical students get involved in a secret society of surgery fetishists and monster makers called the Cutter’s Club, overseen by the maddest of doctors.

The script is written by Neal Marshall Stevens under the pseudonym Benjamin Carr.

The film features 35mm cinematography from Mac Ahlberg and special effects by John Carl Buechler, both of whom have since passed.

“I shot a feature 20 years ago starring Tony Todd called Cutter’s Club. The lady...

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