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There are friendship standards. For example, if I describe the plot of The Night of a Thousand Cats, and you don’t immediately search for the out of print Code Red DVD and spend three paychecks on it, you are no fucking friend of mine.
The Night of a Thousand Cats, aka Blood Feast, is a 1972 Mexican exploitation horror film about a wealthy playboy-ish figure who flies around town in his helicopter, seducing women, and bringing them back to his castle, where he murders them and feeds their remains to a thousand cats living in a pit inside the castle.
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To be fair, for all this pizazz and badassery, the film is a pretty standard and inoffensive serial killer movie. So believe it or not, the one thousand cats are rather superfluous. It actually almost feels like a proto-slasher at times, because much of the structure of the first half is him stalking and killing his victims one by one.
This movie is a lot of fun, if you’re like me and can get past the cheap feel and a couple problematic moments in regard to the treatment of the cats. The film truly has the bonkers, what-the-fuck-am-I-watching quality of an Italian movie. For example, there is one moment during a scene where the killer is seducing a woman at a golf course, and there’s a random shot of two golf balls going into the hole at once. I don’t fully understand the sexual metaphor, but I’m nevertheless aroused. I don’t question it. This director is obviously the John Woo of two golf balls going into the same hole at the same time.
As an added bonus, the film is only 63 minutes long. And after it was all said and done, I kinda felt like I had just watched a slightly sleazier version of a William Castle movie. And if you’re here reading this, chances are that sounds really fucking good.