Faud Ramses III, the grandson of the Egyptian-esque Faud Ramses, is opening a catering business. Falling under the spell of Ishtar (a statue in the back room with Duracell™-powered red eyes), Faud III harvests body parts from supermodels to make a buffet for an upcoming wedding.
Two problems: The bodies are all those of the bridesmaids. (So much for white gowns.) Secondly, the groom is the detective on the case looking for the murderer. (There’s a way to save money.)
Blood Feast 2: All U Can Eat (2002), like its predecessor, doesn’t skimp on the gore. Necks are sliced like wet deli meat; Intestines are pulled out like Silly String™; Eyes are gouged and used as hors d’oeuvres; The skin covering a girl’s head is cut and her entire face and hair pulled off as if removing a ski mask. Her brain is then liberated by way of a carving knife. (It’s nice knife, too – infomercial quality.)
In 1963 when Blood Feast came out, that kind of graphic gore was considered taboo shocking. Today, it’s just yesterday’s intestines. Look how years of voting Republican has desensitized you.