Sometimes in hindsight, you realize, Shit! Our marketing is fucked on this movie. Who goes to see an Italian horror movie called A Bay of Blood? BOOOOOoooooring. But Wait! I got an idea! Let’s give it a new title! Something horrific. Something creepy. Something...Cool. TWITCH OF THE DEATH NERVE! This is one of the most excellent titles for a horror movie ever. Too bad that kinda has nothing to do with the movie here, so apparently it’s kinda reverted back to A Bay of Blood, at least on the streaming side of things. Too bad, because now the awesome title TWITCH OF THE DEATH NERVE is wasted on this. Wasted!
There’s a few different threads going on here that all tie together. A rich old lady on the nice, remote watery bay. There’s direct and somewhat indirect family members to the old lady, who owned the bay, so, some motivations for potential...shenanigans. Some guy that is somehow really tied up in all this, I dunno, maybe a real estate developer dude? Some horny hippies (of course). Plus a psychic and a bug-catcher, just to round out the cast of characters. And just when you think all the fuckeries of the many fuckeries here have been fucked out? BLAM! One more fuckery. A bit of a confusing fuckery, but I guess that’s what fuckeries are all about.
I cannot say this is horrible. Bava does his job with making cool interior shots and the lightings and the angles. Unfortunately for him, there’s a lot of exterior shots too. Which, well, aren’t done as well. But ultimately this is more about the lying, scheming and subterfuge than anything else, so why waste the extra energies on those pesky illustrative day-for-night exteriors. The point is, don’t get squonked. Because apparently, that is a thing. Live life squonkless, and you might just make it!
