What we have here is a movie that isn’t afraid to be out-there; a movie that is so feverish that any attempt to make sense of it would leave you scratching your head. But you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way because Blood Beat is a lot like receiving a gift that you just don’t know what to do with. Do you put it on a shelf, hoping to remember it only when you pass by it? Do you embrace it, even though it lacks appeal? Such questions couldn’t be more fitting, and what’s more, there is more than enough nonsense to fry your brain. That is, if you aren’t taken aback by the cheap but charming effects and odd choices. Why is there a baby crying early on in the film? And why does the voice coming from the radio drown out the dialogue? I couldn’t tell you, and I must say that Blood Beat is all the stranger as a result.
It is as though what happens to the characters carries more weight than their traits, considering that they often end up on the receiving end of the samurai’s sword. That isn’t to say that the gore is abundant; however, the POV shots and the constant breathing put you in the front-row seat. Nothing matters more than seeing everybody and their brother get their comeuppance, even though the samurai’s motives are as clear as mud. Talk about mind-boggling!
For a slasher, the pacing is slow, but for a B movie, there is plenty of amusement to be had, what with objects being thrown across the kitchen like there’s no tomorrow, pulsating powers, cartoonish sound effects, and a truly bizarre finale. It’s quite the smorgasbord with just the right amount of incoherence sprinkled on top. Cupcakes and disturbing paintings, anyone?
I don’t have much more to say about this one other than it is one wild ride, just waiting for you strap yourself in so you can experience the madness. Just remember to be careful with that katana when admiring its craftsmanship.