I like the storyline of this show,it attract me so much

Memorable, crazy movie

At first rather annoying in its heavy emphasis on reenactments, this movie ultimately proves fascinating, simply because the complicated, highly dramatic tale it tells still almost defies belief.

There is, somehow, an interesting story here, as well as some good acting. There are also some good scenes

William Joyce plays womanising author Tom Harris, whose agent Duncan Fairchild (Dan Stapletion) insists he accompany him and his wife Coral (Betty Hyatt Linton) to Voodoo Island in the Caribbean to soak up some atmosphere for a new book. While investigating the island, Tom has a close encounter with a killer native (who hacks off a fisherman's head with a machete), but is saved by the arrival of plantation overseer Charles Bentley (Walter Coy), who chases the attacker away. At Bentley's home, Tom meets attractive blonde Jeannie (Heather Hewitt), whose father Dr. Biladeau (Robert Stanton) is trying to create a cure for cancer from snake venom. After another attack by more natives, Tom believes that Jeannie's life is in danger and tries to convince her to leave before it is too late.Released in 1971, but actually filmed seven years earlier, director Del Tenney's Zombie Bloodbath (AKA I Eat Your Skin) is a poverty stricken, Z-grade B-movie with zero stars, clumsy direction and a clunky plot, and yet it possesses a chintzy charm that I found hard to resist. With its playboy novelist hero, beautiful love interest, a misguided scientist, a jazzy lounge soundtrack, a remote tropical setting, a smidgen of '60s cheesecake, a voodoo song and dance routine, and a small army of bug-eyed zombie natives, everything is in place for some seriously campy fun, which Tenney most definitely delivers. Apart from the unexpected beheading early on, other fun moments for schlock connoisseurs include an aeroplane's tyres screeching when landing on a sandy beach, Tom and Duncan's unstealthy assault on a boat, and a papier-mâché model of the island exploding.

A cancer researcher on a remote Caribbean island discovers that by treating the natives with snake venom he can turn them into bug-eyed zombies. Uninterested in this information, the unfortunate man is forced by his evil employer to create an army of the creatures in order to conquer the world. Horrible film.Directed so poorly. And don't expect any skin eating. In fact, don't expect anything resembling a movie! Bad B&W prints abound. No acting. No story. No directing. It's not even bad funny.Nothing but sleep for you.

I got this movie as part of the St. Clair Vision's Living Dead collection. I thought it would be a horror movie. But to my surprise I Eat Your Skin, while having the most gruesome title, is a comedy! Not a very funny one, but the characters go about so lightheartedly, and so ignorant, that it must be a comedy. The main character does nothing but look puzzled and ask for explanations. Almost all the ideas that he comes up with are stupid, and yet everyone follows him. There is a zombie army following at 50 meters, yet he tells the women (who never think for themselves) to stand still at some point. Obviously the zombies will catch up. It is racist as can be. Black people are either zombie or bad guy, but either way savage. It is also as sexist as can be. Women don't think for themselves (or at all). They are there to swoon for the men. The only thing that made me laugh very hard, was the island in the end. You'll know it when you see it. But don't.

Cancer researcher Dr. Biladeau (the insipid Robert Stanton) develops a snake venom that when injected into the local voodoo-practicing natives on a remote Caribbean island turns said natives into mindless shambling zombies. Hunky pulp novel writer Tom Harris (the handsome, but hopelessly wooden William Joyce) investigates the bizarre happenings and tries to put a stop to them. Writer/director Del Tenney, who also blessed us with the gloriously atrocious "The Horror of Party Beach," totally misses the mark in many ways with this extremely cheap and crummy dud: the poky pace, clumsy and ill-advised attempts at broad humor, a throbbing tribal score by Lon E. Newman that's more annoying and overbearing than effective and appropriate, lousy zombie make-up (the disappointing zoms have ping-pong ball eyes and what looks like dried oatmeal smeared all over their faces!), a severe dearth of both tension and creepy atmosphere, way too much needless dreary padding (what's with all the protracted native dance numbers and drippy romantic interludes?), mild gore, chintzy (far from) special effects, poor acting from a lame no-came cast (platinum blonde Betty Hyatt Linton cops the top thespic dishonors with her insufferably whiny and irritating performance as unbearable loud shrew Coral Fairchild), and a fumbled explosive conclusion all add up to one incredibly beat and unimpressive wash-out of a celluloid stiff. Francois Farkas' crisp black and white cinematography boasts a few primitive fades and dissolves. On the plus side, the vibrant and appealing Heather Hewitt perks things up a bit as sweet and lovely virgin Jeannie Biladeau, there are lots of pretty gals in bikinis, and brawny, hairy-chested stud muffin on wheels Joyce takes his shirt off as often as possible (hubba! hubba!). But overall this drivel is much too flat, lifeless, and meandering to amount to anything more than an instantly forgettable yawnfest.