555

Don't be fooled by the fruity looking pink box on 555-that's there to get your attention. It breeds a certain level of hypnotic violence as behind the rosy pink layer, a man is clearly getting decapitated. Why? Well, he was doing it with a woman of course! We all should know by now that anytime two people are about to engage in some kind of sexy time, someone has to get killed. That's just the law of horror films. And the number 555 makes you wonder as well... what does it all mean? It's such an enigmatic cover for such a gruesome release. Wally Koz directed and produced the entertainment within, and sadly, this is the only film he's ever done. The only thing I can tell you is that if you're into S.O.V. horror or just really low budgeted fright flicks, than this is for you. It was made for you. In blood vivid video. Every five years, on the fifth month for five consecutive days, people gettin' nekkid will get whacked by a hippie that resembles Charles Manson. Yeah. You get what you get. 

Interracial in the 80's.

That blood looks warm.

Just more sexy time.

Damn, this hippie is a brutal bastard. It's not Charles Manson, is it?

Well, that's the cheapest looking cop car ever employed in a horror flick.

Jew-fro officer. N.Y.P.D.

Nice place ya' got here, grandpa. What with all of those swords and knives and all.

Susan, I didn't know you could look so... delectable.

A stogie, a mullet, and a grease stained sleeveless. The 80's were a great time for fashion.

Whet and wild.

Weed, boobs, and a thirst for blood.

The 555 killer looks like a hippie/neanderthal version of Tom Savini.

After my initial viewing of 555 was over and done with, I really was blown away by how twisted and brutal this turned out to be. Pretty much all S.O.V. horror fare has it's share of gore and violence, but the way that some of these people are killed in here makes you physically feel it. You can imagine how it would feel to get stabbed or cut the way that some of the people do during this, and that goes to show the effectiveness of it's prose. I believe that it was ahead of it's time (not by much) and I'm hoping since Massacre Video decided to put this back into print again (on dvd and vhs) more collector's and viscera fiends have a chance to see this masterpiece of violence for what it is. A healthy, angry slab of 80's angst where horror fanatics used this as a vent to get their aggression's out with. Makes me smile. I just have to make sure I don't get caught fooling around. Hotchka!