Night of Boring Yawns

The Douglas Library in North Canaan, Conn. is my new source for inexpensive bad cinema on DVD. And Night of Bloody Horror (1969) for a buck seemed like a good idea at the time.

This flick is so crummy that I can't bring myself to say much about it. It's bad enough that I sat down and watched it — without hitting the fast-forward.

Luckily I found a review by someone who devoted an inordinate amount of thought and time to the subject.

So read that and here's the lone coil.