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The movie's not perfect, but it sticks the landing of its message. It was engaging - thrilling at times - and I personally thought it was a great time.

Very good movie overall, highly recommended. Most of the negative reviews don't have any merit and are all pollitically based. Give this movie a chance at least, and it might give you a different perspective.

Exactly the movie you think it is, but not the movie you want it to be.

A Bucket of BloodThe problem with hipsters going missing is that everyone just assumes disappearing is now cool.Mind you, the missing cats in this horror movie have been murdered.Walter (Dick Miller) is an unassuming busboy at a beatnik café that longs for the admiration the local poets receive from the girls, especially his co-worker Carla (Barboura Morris).It's not until he kills a cat and casts it in clay that he garners recognition as a sculptor. His next piece is a cop (Bert Convy) that Walter murdered. The killings continue as the accolades roll in. But regrettably Carla remains unimpressed.B-movie maestro Roger Corman's sardonic attack on the 1950s art scene and the beat subculture that fostered it, this tepid thriller is light on blood loss and genuine jolts. Moreover, its suicidal ending is a major cop out.Furthermore, artists are only considered to be scary when they ask for subsidy.Red Lightvidiotreviews.blogspot.ca

Cult favorite Dick Miller has his finest hour here as beatnik murderer Walter Paisley. Directed by Roger Corman with a script by Charles Griffith, it's a brilliant little dark comedy. Walter Paisley is a simple-minded busboy at a café frequented by beatniks who desperately wants to be an artist. Despite his seeming lack of talent, he soon finds acclaim as a sculptor. The problem is his sculptures are actually just dead bodies encased in plaster. The cast includes Ed Nelson, Bert Convy, Anthony Carbone, and beautiful Barboura Morris. Julian Burton's turn as a pompous beat poet is terrific. But the movie belongs to Dick Miller, who's such a treat to watch. Given that it's Corman, the whole thing was shot on the quick and cheap, which shows in the production (look at that obviously stuffed cat they used for the kitty death scene). A lot of the laughs come from the many jabs at the pretentious art-house types. It's a timeless bit of satire since, while the trends and styles may have changed, these types are still around today. This one is often spoken of as the warm-up before Corman and Griffith's classic Little Shop of Horrors (also featuring Dick Miller). But I think it's just as funny as that film, if maybe not as creative.

Walter Paisley (Dick Miller) is a dim-witted busboy at the beatnik café The Yellow Door. He tries to make a clay sculpture at home. He hears Frankie the cat in his wall. He tries to get him out using a knife and accidentally kills him. He covers the cat with clay and he becomes the toast of the club with his amazing cat 'sculpture'. This sets him off on a serious of killings and cover-ups using his clay.It has some hilarious stuff with the slow innocent Walter. Director Roger Corman is making fun of the beatnik culture. Actually I don't find the beatnik stuff that funny and the music rather annoying. I guess you have to experience it at the time to truly feel the jokes. Walter turning evil isn't scary but it is good solid old-fashion horror. This is relatively well made despite its low budget.

Awkward and possibly mentally challenged, Walter Paisley (Dick Miller) is desperate for love and respect. He works at a hipster cafe frequented by impossibly pretentious people and yearns to fit in. He is rejected as staid and hopelessly straight by its patrons and is largely viewed with pity. One day, he stumbles across a devilish way to make realistic sculptures, something he can't do ordinarily and his work is a big hit at the cafe. Walter's never had adulation and regard like this before and he realizes this is his ticket to popularity. How fully he realizes this becomes dreadfully clear as the film goes on. This is a pitch black satire of the cluelessness of hipsters. The cafe's owner Leonard de Santis (Anthony Carbone, who looks remarkably like Humphrey Bogart) realizes what a monster Walter is but doesn't intervene right away. Walter is a remarkable mix of slow and lonely and this makes him ripe for the the depredations to which he increasingly succumbs. In this day and age a decent attorney would claim that Walter was not fully responsible for his actions because of his low IQ, but I don't imagine that claim would have held up as well in 1959.In any case, Walter's fame grows as he continues to lose it. The hipsters don't smell a rat. Corman obviously takes great glee in mocking this. The clueless hipster is most perfectly embodied by Maxwell (an excellent, stentorian Julian Brock), a beard-wearing, abstract poet who is so enchanted by Walter's "work" that he holds a party in his honor and writes a poem for him!The beautifully ironic thing about this film is that the one character who most sees through Walter's inability as a sculptor is the most cold-eyed and callous character, Alice (Judy Bamber). She questions Walter's ability and by that time he is so well-regarded that his adoring fans savage HER for her lack of sophistication! That she and the relatively cool- headed cafe owner Leonard are the only ones who see through Walter is hilarious. Corman apparently shot this film in 5 days and for $50,000 and it's only 66 minutes long, but what a punch it packs! A scabrously funny script, some excellent acting, and no happy ending. If you like your comedy dark, this is one for you.