A Bucket of Blood

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“A dimwitted busboy at a beatnik cafe passes off a cat he accidentally killed and covered in plaster as a sculpture, prompting a demand for more art that compels him to commit murders.”

There are very few directors who have lasted 70 years and Roger Corman is one of them. This film has become something to inspire even such greats as “Little Shop of Horrors.”

To have a true appreciation for horror, it’s important to understand the evolution. From the start, horror wasn’t about ore or shock value but rather the dark expression of what people are cable of. Like our villain here.

What would someone give to stay in the spotlight? A busboy is accidentally given this choice when he plasters a dead cat and people think it’s an amazing realistic sculpture. As the demand for his art continues, Walter finds a seemingly win/win situation.

He’ll kill his antagonists and plaster them to make the “art.”

SPOILERS FROM THIS POINT

All good things come to an end. As Walter’s need for attention grows and the body count rises, there’s a bit of lacking in his plastering techniques and soon he’s found out as some of his plaster breaks off to reveal a human finger.

The horror of this movie is really the lengths one will go to in order to obtain status.

Much like real life…