Review of A Bucket of Blood

I really got a kick out of this. First of all, Corman pokes fun at the vapid artists that were part of the coffeehouse scene of the fifties. They are so full of themselves as to be caricatures. I knew some of these guys--all shadow and no substance. Walter, the main character, finds a way to turn dead bodies into sculptures, using clay, and is immediately embraced by this pompous crowd, showing they have no knowledge of anything. As it goes on, he has to begin killing more and more, just like Seymour in "Little Shop." His standing is based on decaying bodies. I suppose Corman just ignored this. Eventually, things would collapse, but that doesn't matter because it isn't a serious movie. My copy had a television quality to it. I wonder if it was a kine-scope. Anyway, see this for the characters. Suspend your disbelief and go from there.