Article by Anthony Cleveland

"The assailant has a clever in one hand and his genitals in the other." When I heard that, I'd knew I'd love this film.

From the beginning of Blood Diner, I felt a strangely familiar vibe. A deranged, blood-covered uncle hands his nephews an Egyptian necklace -- that should've been the first cue. After that, it was one familiarity after another; the sacrifices, the blood "buffet" -- I realized then that I was watching a love letter to Herschel Gordon Lewis' Blood Feast.