Not overly fond of vapid-tasting Vegan trysts, I always scurrilously savoured the bloody raw, savagely-seasoned, fright-flecked flavour of sensationally creep-steeped, fiendishly ferocious, cranium-crushing, torso-tormenting Drive-in calamity, 'Blood Feast' - 'There's no such thing as onerous overkill in H.G Lewis's luridly limb-lopping lexicon, and his hyperbolically insensitive, uncommonly uncivilized oeuvre of diabolically destructive, terminally tongue-tearing, mind-mutilating movie making has no perfidious peer! This brazenly body-bisecting, B-Movie bacchanal of fiendishly flesh-filleting, fear-filled, salaciously staged, sick-headed schadenfreude makes 'Hostel' look like 'Carry on Camping'!