Las Vegas, check.  Bloodbath, check.  Acting, script, cinematography...?

There was a chance to make a Falling Down exploitation

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Ari Levin

Rebecca Gandara

Barbara Bell

David Schwartz

After Sam&apos;s wife has betrayed him, he goes on a bloody killing spree in Las Vegas.

Las Vegas Bloodbath

&apos;Once seen &apos;Las Vegas Bloodbath&apos; can never be unseen!&apos;

Unwholesomely written, &apos;produced&apos; and non-directed by the magnificently sleazoid polymath David Schwartz, his riotously wretched skank-fest &apos;Las Vegas Bloodbath&apos; (1989) should by all rights be mentioned in the same baited, whiskey-drenched breath as Nathan Schiff&apos;s meat-spattering, cannibal hootenanny &apos;Long Island Cannibal Massacre&apos; or B-movie diva Doris Wishman&apos;s memorably mad &apos;A Night to Dismember&apos; but it isn&apos;t, and this gross filmic faux pas is due almost entirely to its complete non-availability, rather than by any perceived lack of exquisitely demented, beautifully inept, luridly lo-Fi content as &apos;Las Vegas Blood Bath&apos; is a ceaselessly hysterical and a tyrannically tasteless marvel of debased sleaze, endowed with a uniquely egalitarian disregard for the viewers more delicate sensibilities. This scabrous S.O.V, no budget skeeze-a-thon takes a strictly zero tolerance approach to cinematic classicism, spurning all narrative subtlety or visual acuity for generously overflowing bathtubs of spectacularly cheap-jack gore and plentiful, no less profanely expressed dialogue. What sleazy-skeezey Schwartz lacks in natural filmmaking talent has been zealously compensated with a singular disregard for all vestiges of basic human decency, heroically dragging the viewer through the unrelentingly Stygian mire of our maniacally misogynistic mass murderer who suffers from a uniquely vociferous disdain for &apos;Ladies of the Day&apos;, and in a diabolical fit of murderous pique, our upsettingly Nic Cage-lookee-likee proceeds to bloodily eviscerate the poor blameless Fräulein who so unexpectedly provoked his disturbingly alacritous escalation from being merely an absurdly cackling creep to a hardcore, hate-fueled psycho beastmaster, unleashing a splenetic swathe of stomach-churningly grisly roadside slaughter! I shall leave it to those more scholastically-inclined to contextualize and expertly dissect the implausibly entertaining impetus, yet morally reprehensible machinations of David Schwartz&apos;s toweringly trashy, malodorous ode to celluloid chode, since its overwhelmingly tacky, perversely sickening appeal is perhaps quite beyond all rationality, unlike the crusty exploitation films erroneously placed upon the UK-Banned list, &apos;Las Vegas Bloodbath&apos; is a demonstratively grotty-looking sickie, a quite literal video nasty, being both aesthetically abject and thematically nasty; clumsily &apos;shot&apos; on garish, low-res VHS which luridly exaggerates the myriad invidious details of the majestically coiffed maniac&apos;s freakishly bizarre, execution-laden Las Vegas exodus like an especially skuzzoid skinflick, where boisterously consenting coitus has been crudely replaced with barbarous bathtub butchery and the apparently arbitrary torture of big-haired, bikini-clad, trash-talking bimbos making for an especially insalubrious climax.

'Once seen 'Las Vegas Bloodbath' can never be unseen!'

Unwholesomely written, 'produced' and non-directed by the magnificently sleazoid polymath David Schwartz, his riotously wretched skank-fest 'Las Vegas Bloodbath' (1989) should by all rights be mentioned in the same baited, whiskey-drenched breath as Nathan Schiff's meat-spattering, cannibal hootenanny 'Long Island Cannibal Massacre' or B-movie diva Doris Wishman's memorably mad 'A Night to Dismember' but it isn't, and this gross filmic faux pas is due almost entirely to its complete non-availability, rather than by any perceived lack of exquisitely demented, beautifully inept, luridly lo-Fi content as 'Las Vegas Blood Bath' is a ceaselessly hysterical and a tyrannically tasteless marvel of debased sleaze, endowed with a uniquely egalitarian disregard for the viewers more delicate sensibilities. This scabrous S.O.V, no budget skeeze-a-thon takes a strictly zero tolerance approach to cinematic classicism, spurning all narrative subtlety or visual acuity for generously overflowing bathtubs of spectacularly cheap-jack gore and plentiful, no less profanely expressed dialogue. What sleazy-skeezey Schwartz lacks in natural filmmaking talent has been zealously compensated with a singular disregard for all vestiges of basic human decency, heroically dragging the viewer through the unrelentingly Stygian mire of our maniacally misogynistic mass murderer who suffers from a uniquely vociferous disdain for 'Ladies of the Day', and in a diabolical fit of murderous pique, our upsettingly Nic Cage-lookee-likee proceeds to bloodily eviscerate the poor blameless Fräulein who so unexpectedly provoked his disturbingly alacritous escalation from being merely an absurdly cackling creep to a hardcore, hate-fueled psycho beastmaster, unleashing a splenetic swathe of stomach-churningly grisly roadside slaughter! I shall leave it to those more scholastically-inclined to contextualize and expertly dissect the implausibly entertaining impetus, yet morally reprehensible machinations of David Schwartz's toweringly trashy, malodorous ode to celluloid chode, since its overwhelmingly tacky, perversely sickening appeal is perhaps quite beyond all rationality, unlike the crusty exploitation films erroneously placed upon the UK-Banned list, 'Las Vegas Bloodbath' is a demonstratively grotty-looking sickie, a quite literal video nasty, being both aesthetically abject and thematically nasty; clumsily 'shot' on garish, low-res VHS which luridly exaggerates the myriad invidious details of the majestically coiffed maniac's freakishly bizarre, execution-laden Las Vegas exodus like an especially skuzzoid skinflick, where boisterously consenting coitus has been crudely replaced with barbarous bathtub butchery and the apparently arbitrary torture of big-haired, bikini-clad, trash-talking bimbos making for an especially insalubrious climax.

After Sam's wife has betrayed him, he goes on a bloody killing spree in Las Vegas.

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