Filmed in black and white with a very low budget this movie obviously won't suit everyone's taste. Personally, I enjoyed it because it wasn't trying to be one of those "so bad it's good" zombie movies that seem to crop up just about everywhere these days. In this particular film, "Dr Biladeau" (Robert Stanton) is looking for a cure for cancer and he chooses to set up his lab on "Voodoo Island" which is located somewhere in the Caribbean. Meanwhile, a novelist named "Tom Harris" (William Joyce) is in search of new ideas for his next book and is convinced by his agent "Duncan Fairchild" (Dan Stapleton) to accompany him and his wife "Carol Fairchild" to this island. When they arrive a zombie attempts to kill Tom Harris but is chased away just in the nick of time. Later, zombies also try to capture a beautiful blonde virgin named "Jeannie Biladeau" (Heather Hewitt) for a sacrifice in a voodoo ceremony. At any rate, with a plot like that does it really matter that the special effects are bad or the script was awful? Hey, it's a campy late-50's horror movie with zombies and a damsel in distress. What's not to like? Just be advised that these zombies are the "pre-Romero" sort who don't eat human flesh. Although, why anyone would think they would is another question altogether.

Two fun couples spend some time on an island not listed by Club Med.Unhappily, the title promises an odd dinner entrée and then fails to deliver. Considering that the zombies have a case of bad skin even Clearasil can't handle, I guess that's not surprising. Looks to me like special effects first dipped them in mud, then stuck golf balls in their eyes. Whatever the deal, the walking dead are about as scary as my Aunt Clara with her make-up on. Okay, why else watch a movie whose title promises to gag you, except to make fun of the results. Actually, the movie's not bad enough for a Golden Turkey, but it tries, especially with those voodoo dances that come across like an epidemic of the dry heaves. But then hunky William Joyce and movie vet Walter Coy mess up the fun with some pretty good acting. Plus, for the guys, there's plenty of bare girl skin to feast (your eyes) on. Anyway, now I see why this epic stayed on the shelf for six years, most probably to fester. If so, they should have waited a little longer, like forever. Still, I can't wait for my copy of I Drink Your Blood, except it probably makes a libation promise it too won't keep.

*Spoiler/plot- 1964, An Miami Beach pulp fiction author and his agent with his wife in tow are invited to a unknown Caribbean island by a British peer for a relaxing visit. The author seeks just more of surf, sand, sea and native virgin girls in bikinis. They go to get more 'research' material for the author's next book, but they get more than they bargain for in this island's terror, murder, voodoo rituals, poisoning, zombies and fighting for their lives. Gilligans island was never like this!! *Special Stars- William Joyce, Heather Hewitt, Walter Coy. Dir- Del Tenney *Theme- Be careful what adventure you wish for, you might get it.*Based on- Voodoo myths and rituals and pulp novels of the era*Trivia/location/goofs- There's no 'eating your skin' matters with zombies, just a secret doctor's elixir given to the island natives that make their skin and eyes wrinkle-ly and dry with no will of their own (like zombies) for world domination ??!!!*Emotion- A wonderfully watch-able dated early 60's film with the characters hard drinking, smoking, bikinied and male exhibiting deep misogynistic attitudes towards all the Caucasian women featured in this film. A film dinosaur to see and enjoy.

William Joyce is Tom Harris a womanizing writer that travels to Voodoo Island, no hint there, to investigate a forgotten tribe who sacrifice virgins for the sake of the inflicted. This is standard sixties drive-in fare and the quality shows. The screen jumps frames like a kangaroo on steroids and some of the sound is choppy and at times inaudible. Unfortunately the sound quality remains for the lines spoken by Coral (Betty Hyatt Linton) using the most gratingly annoying voice I've heard in a film. The voodoo zombies are laughably awful and the plot surrounding their creation even worse.I eat your skin can be summed up for me in one scene. Tom Harris and his companion are swimming up to a boat that is guarded by an evil henchman with a rifle. It doesn't seem to matter that they are making more noise than a comet hitting the earth with all of the splashing they make. Dumb henchman looks over the side of the boat out of curiosity and Tom grabs him and pulls the poor dope into the water. Next, he throws the RIFLE, into the water as well. As he and his companion climb into the boat Tom begins rummaging through equipment on the boat grabbing a flare gun to which his partner asks, "What are you going to do with that?". Tom shrugs his shoulders and replies "It's better than nothing" as the waterlogged rifle hits the riverbed. I'm going to guess this film was greatly ignored as part of the double feature and bodily orifices were vastly explored due to bored filmgoers.