
Cannibal Holocaust (1980)
A Film By Ruggero Deodato
A Review By Damien Sage
I am a self-professed gore hound. I’ve sat with demented glee through City of the Living Dead, Tenebre, Mountain of the Cannibal God, Dead-Alive, The Thing (and countless others), sometimes JUST because I knew the movie was chock full of blood and guts (here's looking at you Blood Moon.) At this point, like many other horror fans, violence on film does little to disturb me. Once in a blue moon (particularly if it’s an isolated scene, in an otherwise gore less film, such as the ending of The Brood) I can be made to flinch or even get a little queasy, but that reaction is few and far between for me these days.




