"Stunningly drab, particularly considering the word 'mania' is in the title."
Seven aimless dolts wander about discussing wills and inheritances and murder. Some are women who take off their clothes. That's about it.When a movie ends and the most pressing thing in your brain is the word "Huh?", odds are that you just watched either A) a normal bad movie, or B) a movie as stunningly bad as Blood Mania. Advertised as both a garish horror film and a jolting mystery tale, Blood Mania (or as I like to call it: B.M.) is actually nothing more than three or four gauzy love scenes offset by a nonstop deluge of "Let's kill so and so for his fortune" schpiel. I instantly and involuntarily tuned out every time the characters spoke.
Imagine a particularly nasty episode of Dallas, only with a lot of nubile female nudity, and you've got this movie pegged. I swear I remember nothing about the film except for the asses and nipples, and for that I blame (and praise, I suppose) the filmmakers responsible. All of the gals on display are either bitches or gold-diggers, though not one of 'em is ugly...which helps a lot. (Rare is the film this awful that I'd scan back through a second time, but redhead Reagan Wilson was worth it.)
So that's all I got; the movie itself is drier than a mouthful of fireplace ashes, the production value and screenwriting vie for top of the shitheap, and it's a movie you'll actively despise before the end. But there IS lots of sweet skin on board; thanks for small favors: Wilson offers a few quick nipples during a clumsy post-rape scene, and again in the bathtub. I wanted to see more of this gal! Blondie Vicki Peters has a rather large and buoyant rack, and she exposes it frequently. Maria De Aragon takes first place in the nakedness contest, plus as a brunette, she capably completes the trifecta. Titties in the pool, knockers makin' whoopee, boobies in the mirror; one wonders if the wardrobe people ever even met Maria.If it seems weird to focus mainly on a film's nudity, it's important to remember that the Skin is the ONLY thing worth seeing in this movie. Were the nudity removed, Blood Mania would retain the entertinment value of a used tea bag.