And speaking of temporary insanity, "Bloodletting" came out this week, and it's the first serial-killer love story, starring James L. Edwards and Ariauna Albright as two blood-crazed sociopaths who discover that brutal killing is twice as fun when you do it as a couple. Of course, you still have to work out all those usual kinks in a relationship, like who has to bag the party girl, chain saw her into itty bitty pieces, and mail her to weird post offices around the country.

And when you have a REAL lovers spat, just forget it. When these two stalk out of the house to find a better party, they end up coming back with more than stale beer on their shirts, if you know what I mean and I think you do.

Come to think of it, this is the old "Eating Raoul" story, only instead of selling the corpses to a dog-food factory, these two butcher-knife-loving zanies are just in it for the pure-dee RUSH of the whole thing.

Unfortunately, the whole thing comes off kinda talky and amateurish. Not quite sure whether he's making a comedy or a gorefest, writer/producer/director Matthew Jason Walsh goes for something straight down the middle and ends up with a "Who will they kill next?" plot that doesn't always hold your attention.

But when he decides to paint the walls red, he does it like nobody since Herschell Gordon Lewis in "2000 Maniacs." In fact, he has one particularly grisly murder that will have guys squirming like nothing I've seen since the bathtub scene in "I Spit On Your Grave." We're talking some serious male nightmares after this baby. (That's all I'm saying.)

Not a home run, but videos like this are what prove we have a First Amendment. You watch some of these scenes and you just wanna upchuck all over your Buster Browns. Obviously, my kina movie.

Thirty-four dead bodies. No breasts. (Shame on you, Ariana.)

Ninety-two gallons blood. Rib-cage splitting. Improper but repeated stomach-stabbing.

Heart-stabbing. Rock to the head. Aardvarking, with knife at the throat.

"This Little Piggy" with meat cleaver.

Dumbbell body-bashing. No. 2 pencil to the throat. Table head-bashing. Knife through the hand. Face carving. Gratuitous LSD trip. Fingers roll. Hand rolls. Whangdoodle rolls.

Drive-In Academy Award nominations for...

James L. Edwards, as the guy-next-door serial killer who says "Evil people have incredible sex."

Nina Angeloff, as the drunk redneck party girl who's invited down into the basement for a little hanky panky, for saying, "I saw this on Springer the other day!"

Ariauna Albright, as the earnest student of serial killing, who says, "This is not about killing people anymore, Butch-this is about us!"

Sasha Graham, as the coke-sniffing Ouija-board-loving neo-hippie who likes to rap about death.

Scooter McCrae, as the terminal stoner with long stringy hair who talks about turning gay so he can have a sex life, then finds out that guys don't like him either.

And Matthew Jason Walsh, the writer/director/producer, for doing things the drive-in way.

Three stars.

Joe Bob says check it out.

It's very funny, best horror comedy I seen for a while

...and it's the first serial-killer love story

It's very funny, best horror comedy I seen for a while

Well its been shared since I released the movie but only 1 request in the last 2 days, ^Rogue^ I see you as a known client but not in my on queue, I'll up the prio and drop you a f/s for a day or two and see if that helps