Saturday, 10 January 2015

Death Bed: The Bed That Eats (1977)

Why is there an empty shed with fucking great big bed in it? Why is there a man in a box behind an Aubrey Beardsley painting? Why did the couple walk to the arse-end of nowhere with a candle in their pocket? Why did the food dissolve into a bath of fizzy coke? Why does a bed snore? Why is the blond girl pulling a Jan Brady? Why is there a girl lying in a coffin with a gold book in her hands? What is that continuous oscilloscope noise? Why does Jan Brady frighten the bed? Why is the bed filled with piss and blood? Why a bed getting turned on by a half-dressed Jan Brady? Why did Jan's mirror break for no reason? Why does Jan get served bugs in her dream? Why is Jan bleeding from her toes? Why is Serrano's Piss Christ in this film? Why do red flowers appear outside the shed and why is there a skull in the roots? Why does the bed now have a stomach upset? Why, if you bring a small picnic do you have a huge jar of gherkins? Why is there an old woman reading about "Oral Lesbians"? What does the Tropic of Cancer have to do with anything? Why did they try to shoot the bed? Why are they reading a blank book? Will that woman ever stop groaning? Why does the other woman not care that her friend was just eaten by a fucking bed? Why is there an eyeball rolling down the bed? Why is there a naked woman and a man with no hands in a magical funeral pyre? And finally, why is a fucking piece of furniture eating people?

All these questions and more will be answered by watching Death Bed: The Bed that Eats!

A well made piece of surreal horror exotica. I wish Jean Rollin could have made films this good.

Thanks to Daria for suggesting this and fucking with my Ch'i. Outstanding!

Watch it here

Original letterboxd review

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