Bloodsucking Pharaohs in Pittsburgh

i bought this movie off of horror movies.com just because it was taken place in Pittsburgh. i wasn't expecting to laugh or get any entertainment from it but my girlfriend and i were very much surprised! there was some decent humor in it and there was even a twist in the story! if you're in for a cheap laugh and a cheap movie, check this one out! it was also kind of neat to try and figure out where the different scenes were shot. one scene i recognized very well and realized that it was shot in the park down the street for me.

the special effects are pretty cheesy and the story really isn't that bad. the laughs in it are almost like a Leslie Nielson film. if you're from the Pittsburgh area, check this out! get a laugh!

Bloodsucking Pharaohs in Pittsburgh stands as a testament to the chasm between ambitious titling and actual execution. The film's wonderfully absurd moniker promises a gonzo horror-comedy romp that sadly never materializes, leaving viewers with a decidedly conventional police procedural dressed up in genre clothing.

The cinematography feels workmanlike rather than inspired, capturing Pittsburgh's gritty urban landscape without any particular visual flair or atmospheric depth. Tschetter's direction lacks the manic energy necessary to elevate what amounts to a straightforward serial killer investigation into the realm of effective horror-comedy. The film's tone wavers uncomfortably between genuine police drama and attempted camp, never finding the right balance to make either approach compelling.

Jake Dengel delivers a serviceable performance as Detective Sweeney Birdwell, bringing a weary professionalism to his role that anchors the film's more grounded moments. Joe Sharkey, as Detective Joe Blocker, commits fully to his character's squeamish nature, though the recurring gag of his vomiting at crime scenes grows tiresome quickly. Susann Fletcher brings energy to her role as Deedee Taylor, the detective's daughter who becomes involved in the investigation, though her character feels somewhat underdeveloped. Beverly Penberthy, who also served as co-producer, provides occasional comic relief as Birdwell's chain-smoking wife attempting to quit through extreme methods.

The film's greatest asset comes from Tom Savini's makeup effects work, which provides the visceral punch the story desperately needs. However, even these expertly crafted gore sequences cannot compensate for the film's fundamental lack of narrative drive or comedic timing. The script repeatedly returns to the same handful of running gags without developing them into anything more substantial or amusing.

I rented this movie several years ago solely because I could not pass up on a movie with this title. And believe me baby, it delivered! I am a huge fan of B-movies and this is one of the best. It had a great mix of humor and horror that isn't seen enough in this millennium. The plot was a little non-sensical but who cares? The Murders were carried out in such outrages situations as an electric (yes extension cord needed) piece of lawn care equipment, butchering a victim in a telephone booth. Rock On! The lead characters are an odd couple detective duo and the movie does a great job of poking fun at this formula. The one detective is a grizzled veteran and his partner is a weak stomached sissy. Let the carnage and puke flow! The character of the wife was also humorous. Well anyone who needs to use a voice box at any point in anything is what I would consider funny. If you are a fan of the old time Z-movie of the B-movie horror Comedy pick this movie up. You will be seriously surprised by it's quality!

Pittsburgh cops Joe Blocker (Joe Sharkey) and Sweeney Birdwell (Jake Dengel) are in charge of finding a serial killer who is carving up prostitutes with a variety of gardening tools. It all seems so familiar for Blocker as the case echoes an Egyptian killer he almost nabbed in Las Vegas. He sends for his old Vegas partner, but gets his daughter Deedee (Susann Fletcher) instead. Why? Because it seems her dad is mysteriously missing. Another in the line of BLOOD FEAST wannabes (alongside the likes of BLOOD DINER), BPIP is something I didn't like when I first saw it on video back in 1991. So, naturally, I must revisit it 20+ years later to confirm, yup, it still sucks. The filmmakers openly compare this horror-comedy to AIRPLANE, but I'd think you'd have to include some jokes to do that. It certainly tries to be funny, but fails miserably. Example of humor: Blocker slipping on a severed ear while chasing a suspect. The recurring joke is Blocker gets ill any time he sees blood and people always say "I hear he has a sexual problem" when he is mentioned. Haha? The highlight for me was Birdwell's wife taking anti-smoking sessions, one of which ends with her being blasted by a water hose by some guys in gorilla costumes. It is a shame it didn't come together better because the production looks really nice with some great photography. Tom Savini did the gory FX, most of which ended up on the cutting room floor for the Paramount VHS release. The Lucky 13 special edition features the cut stuff in a deleted scenes supplement and it is pretty good work from the man.

My review was written in May 1991 after watching the movie on Paramount video cassette.

The cutesy title fronts for an occasionally amusing horror/comedy mishmash. Pittsburgh is the locale, and Tom Savini provides some gruesome makeup effects for diehard fans.

Direct-to-video release was produced in 1988 with the title "Picking Up the Pieces". That monike more accurately reflects a case surprisingly similar to "The Silence of the Lambs", as Pittsburgh cops are trying to apprehend a serial killer who mutilates women and keeps body parts for some strange ritual.

In a parody of a down-on-his-luck detective, Jake Dengel is the policeman with no stomach for his job. He calls in his former partner from Las Vegas who has expertise in this area, but the crony's daughter, spunky Susann Fletcher, shows up instead to assist.

Key clue of notes containing hieroglyphics, left on the corpses, leads to a cult working on eternal life via an ancient Egyptian formula. Porno veteran Jane Hamilton (a/k/a Veronica Hart) has fun as the slapstick villainess. Rest of the cast is nondescript.

Filmmaker Daan Tschetter's mix of gore and yocks strains, the equation that exaggerated blood equals black humor. Savini fans may get something out of this one but as "Silence" proved, this material is better off played straight.