Ballad in Blood

Reminds me of the schlock B grades i used to watch as a teenager...Don't expect any Oscar nominations, but well worth a watch when the wife is gone and you have pizza and beer...!

If you thought that Cannibal Holocaust was the most traumatic film from director Ruggero Deodato, think again, because Ballad in Blood is far more upsetting, albeit for a very different reason: it marks a career low point for one of Italy's most infamous exploitation directors. In fact, it's so excruciatingly terrible that it even makes Dial: Help (1988) look good.

The film revolves around three wild revellers, Jacopo (Gabriele Rossi), Lenka (Carlotta Morelli) and Duke, who wake up following a heavy night of drink and drugs to find the dead body of friend Elizabeth (Noemi Smorra), her throat cut. Unable to recall the events of the night before, the trio try to work out what the hell happened, their frayed nerves slowly stretched to breaking point.

What sounds like a decent premise is told in such a disjointed manner, with zero attempt to explain characters' motivation, that it all proves extremely irritating. The central trio are all obnoxious, as are the supporting characters (which include a midget and a camp bloke wearing angel wings, and four cartoonish punks), and with the international cast mangling the English language, I frequently had the urge to give up and watch something else instead. Like a fool, though, I watched to the bitter end hoping it would get better; it didn't.

Deodato throws in plenty of gratuitous T&A—there's full frontal female nudity from the word go—and chucks in just a bit of splatter towards the end, but none of it helps. Ballad in Blood is a complete and utter mess of a movie from a once great director. Sad, really.

This is meant to be a throwback to the old school exploitation horror tropes, but the story makes very little sense and there's not a single character to root for. Every actor is playing one-note hysteria the entire time and it gets annoying very quickly. If you're into nudity, you'll be delighted to hear that just about every character, both male and female, wears clothes for only about 5 minutes of the runtime, but it's not offering much more than that.

It's the day after Halloween. Jacopo and Duke wake up in the apartment of two girls: Lenka and Elizabeth. The dawn of that new day brings with it a big problem: Elizabeth died. But there's more, because none of the three remember what happened that night.

And you won't care because this is one of the worst movies ever made. You have to wonder who greenlit this garbage and who hired the "talent." That word is used very loosely in that there is no talent within 60 miles of the sets.

The acting is atrocious. This is so unprofessional I again have to ask, who thought this was a good idea and who paid to make it?

When I met Ruggero Deodato at a film convention and we talked about his movies I thought that this one couldnt be that good just because of his age. And of course this is worse than Cannibal Holocaust by far. But his own style and sense of humor in this movie was actually good in my opinion. Many times I was surprised about absurd-seeming plots, but espacially these where what made the movie funny and interesting.