Soft core parody filmmaker Terry West injects the expected dose of sex and nudity into this gritty horror / exploitation homage that if nothing else delivers on a visceral level. The set up is extremely familiar: a team of parapsychologists is hired by the crafty, cagey owner of a house (that used to be a brothel) that has a sordid history. It doesn't take long before the members of this team are meeting grisly demises as the house is the dwelling place for a trio of succubi with insatiable hungers. Yeah, this wins absolutely no points for originality, and, to be honest, could have been a little more fun. It goes more for ambiance (in addition to all the flesh) than action, and definitely can have less than patient viewers fumbling for their remotes. There is an air of self-consciousness about it, what with the characters being named after popular authors. The characters are not worth caring about at all, but at least one can more heartily enjoy it when they die horribly. The acting is as underwhelming as viewers will expect. However, Sergio Jones is a hoot as the dastardly homeowner, and Jane Scarlett is pretty cute as the psychically gifted, sole female team member. If one approaches this movie on this same basis as I did, because sultry Caroline Munro is in it, they may be quite disappointed as her participation is limited to a flashback sequence. This sequence features another veteran, Aldo Sanbrell, but the two of them have been better utilized in their past work. The level of blood and guts is impressive; indeed, the scene where one unfortunate schmuck is made to literally puke his guts out is a hilarious highlight. Interesting things are done here (or not done) with colour, and the music score by Buckethead is certainly one worthy component. While this is hardly anything great, or even that good, it's not as all bad as the majority of the reviews would indicate. Judge for yourself. Six out of 10.

A team of parapsychologists is invited by John Stoker (Sergio Jones) to research the evil Fischer Manor, an ancient brothel where the owner Alfred Fischer (Aldo Sanbrell) was a gigolo that practiced black witchcraft. While investigating, the men are attacked by flesh-eater succubus and the psychic Erin Cooper (Jane Scarlett) seeks a powerful amulet for John Stoker. When they meet the trio of succubus, John discovers a lethal secret."Flesh for the Beast" is a disappointing B-movie with a different type of succubus that eat flesh, instead of drawing energy from the men during the intercourse; in this regard, the Canadian "La Peau Blanche" is better and better. In "Flesh for the Beast", the characters are not well-developed; the acting is weak and the story uses the all the clichés of "haunted house movies", with a group of psychics gathered to investigate supernatural phenomena in an old house. The best parts are the gore and erotic attack of the naked succubus, but they are not enough to make this flick satisfactory. My vote is three.Title (Brazil): "Carne Para o Demônio" ("Flesh for the Devil")

Gore Hounds will love this movie. There is more gore in the first two minutes than almost all of the "video nasties" I have seen to date.A group moves into the house to search for evidence of paranormal activity - or maybe something more.It does get funny at times when four zombies, including scream queen Zoe Moonshine, appear when one of the ghost hunters is stealing some jewelry.But, it was Ketchum (Jim Coope) who got to meet the first succubi - in the flesh - and enjoy some hot sex before he was dispatched rather gruesomely.Oh, what a fantasy! The young girl with her toys is met by another member. Unfortunately, he must have ate something wrong for dinner as he manages to vomit his entire insides. Didn't Fulci do that in some movie? The real reason this group has been hired is becoming apparent, and it all is in the hands, or visions, of Erin (Jennifer Litsch). It is in one of those visions that scream queen Caroline Munro appears.We do get to see Litsch in full bloom as one of the succubi takes her form to dispatch quick draw Monks (David Runco). Then all the succubi (Caroline Hoermann, Ruby Larocca, and Barbara Joyce) dance around and chow down. Yum.There is plenty here for those who love FX, blood and gore and lots of full frontal.A great ending to a story that puts writer/director West in the giallo camp for sure.

The first sign of trouble for "Flesh for the Beast" is that the DVD case (which is otherwise very nice) advertises most prominently music by Buckethead. Nothing against Buckethead, but since when do people watch horror films for their music? Good or bad (I honestly can't remember), the music does nothing to save this poor excuse for a horror film, which is in fact porn. Sure, there's blood, zombies, and cannibalism, but the central focus of the film is sex and female nudity.The plot concerns a crew of ghost busters hired by a rich man to investigate his haunted mansion. A video crew accompanies them for what I guess was supposed to be comic relief. Soon succubi show up and promptly take their clothes off to bed down with the male cast members before killing them. Each killing is preceded by a different succubus related sex fantasy. After the killings we are "treated" to a loooong sequence of the unfettered girl-monsters playing around in the blood. Anybody who sits this far into the movie won't be able to call it horror with a straight face.And no, it isn't at least funny instead of being scary. This movie is a thorough going piece of crap that expects you to take each pointless scene seriously. It's all especially disappointing because the first scene makes it look like "Flesh for the Beast" might be a real horror film. Unfortunately, like the stud arriving to fix the cable, this is only a set-up.There are a couple of twists that render the plot ridiculous just to reminder the renter/buyer of this film they've been cheated. I wasn't expecting a masterpiece here or even in interesting failure, but if I'd known this was a movie exclusively about hetero-porn I'd never have bothered with it. I wish distributors (this means you Shriek Show) would mark movies like this with a soft-core tag accompanying whichever genre their movie is pretending to be. The scariest thing about this movie is the DVD art which successfully hides nearly any trace of the film's pornographic content.