" I am not really sure, what to say about this!With title like that, I thought it would be funny horror, it wasn't at all, it had serious toneIt was very strange, most of movie was very silent. There were just handful of scenes, Peolpe spoke, they were very short.Which I thought was good idea as when they dd speak, it felt forced and makes the bad acting more noticeable.This movie also had flashback of black and white.I think they were just to waste time, to fill the short run time.One think for sure, this is original. "Very strange movie!

A bed that's possessed by a lethal demonic spirit eats anyone who either sits or lies down on it. Yep, that's about it for the plot, but man does this flick register highly on the you have to see it to believe kookiness scale. Writer/director George Barry relates the offbeat story at a deliberate pace, does a sound job of crafting an odd dreamlike atmosphere, makes nice use of the gloomy isolated mansion location, and even sprinkles in a satisfying smattering of gratuitous female nudity for good measure. Fortunately, Barry doesn't take the gloriously ludicrous premise too seriously (the bed ingests a bottle of Pepto-Bismol at one point!). The rough cinematography, wonky synthesizer score, crude gore f/x, and ragged acting by a game no-name cast all further enhance the overall jaw-dropping weirdness. That's noted rock critic and official Bruce Springsteen biographer Dave Marsh as the sickly tortured artist imprisoned in a painting by the bed; Patrick Spence-Thomas provides the voice of the artist and serves as the picture's narrator. A truly singular doozy.

This film is a sublime gem. How many times do we pick up a much lauded, so called, 'cult classic' and find that apart from an interesting opening and a decent climax, there is just too much chasing about in the woods? Well, every now and again a film pops out its box and leaps all over you, like this one. OK, you might imagine from the title that there should be at least one scene that at least alludes to the bed that eats. Believe me there is little else here. From beginning to end this is imaginative, surreal, horrific and startling mayhem. Sometimes beautiful, occasionally amusing but always captivating, this truly is a one off that will stun you with its audacity and leave you open mouthed. I even applauded sat upon my settee a couple of times. It is a tragedy this is so underrated but never mind all that just treat yourself to this amazing and only outing from director George Barry.

I had read online reviews praising this obscure outing as a combination of gory horror, quirky black comedy and borderline art-house; the film has elements of all three, to be sure, but they are at the service of such a supremely silly premise (the title immediately gives the game away) – and amateurish production to boot – that its long-term neglect due to a lack of proper distribution – basically until Cult Epics picked it up for DVD release a full 30 years after its inception! – was no great loss to cinema or even the genre(s). The bed was apparently created for the purpose of accommodating a demon's dalliance with a woman; anyway, a dying man who had made use of the four-poster and even painted it ends up trapped in the wall behind the canvas(!) and provides intermittent commentary to the 'action'. Several people (from teenagers-on-a-fling to gangsters-in-hiding) supply fodder to the perennially-hungry bed; latest on the menu are a trio of girls – one of whom, however, recalls its mistress of long ago and, consequently, the bed seemingly fears her! Seeing various objects – from cigars to pieces of fried chicken – and people getting swallowed up (the belly of the bed is depicted as a vat of honey-colored liquid) makes the film mildly amusing at times (especially when a young man's hands are reduced to their skeletal formation, which he seems to take rather too easily in his stride!), but also awfully repetitious…so that, at even a brief 77 minutes, the whole pointless exercise feels strained and downright desperate.