This film was originally made in 1964 under the title 'Zombies', yet it was never actually released and remained this way until 1971 when producer Jerry Gross picked it up and retitled it to 'I Eat Your Skin' to make it into a neat double-bill pairing with I Drink Your Blood (1970). Needless to say, the new title bears absolutely no relevance to the actual content of the film. While this is certainly a low budget and clunky film, it really is nowhere near bad enough to have remained on a shelf for so many years. In fact, it has some good things about it and is an interesting early example of the zombie film.It's set on a tropical island in the Caribbean where a travelling writer happens upon zombies.The undead themselves are quite distinctive looking, even if the make-up is of the bargain basement variety. But at least the film-makers have made an effort, rather than go with no make-up at all. Anyway, these creatures roam the island causing perturbation and despair, one of them even lops a poor unfortunate's head off with a machete. This gore moment is in keeping with the content of the two other films its director Del Tenney also made in 1964, namely The Curse of the Living Corpse and The Horror of Party Beach, both of which contained moments of schlocky bloody violence. All three were probably surfing on the wave created by the previous year's first splatter movie Blood Feast (1963), although admittedly Tenney's black and white movies were much less gory but nevertheless were coming from a similar place for sure. On the whole, I Eat Your Skin is an entertaining enough bit of horror nonsense.

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.

Pretty slick little number here, a way low budget zombie voodoo potboiler filmed on the quick in Florida at the height of the early James Bond craze. Expect lots of palm trees, swept back wayfarer sunglasses, a big brassy orchestra with twangy guitars + bongo drums, boozy bimbos swooning by the pool, and some sort of novel mode of transportation, in this case an airplane that is destroyed in the movie's biggest laugh.The film concerns itself with a swinging playboy writer who is dispatched to darkest Key West to get to the bottom of some wacky voodoo cult and meets a couple of decent looking dames between stops for cocktails. The natives use a powerful narcotic which transforms them into the living dead and explains the jungle being just a mess after all this time. The damndest thing is that Carey Grant would have felt right at home in this movie, even with the ping pong ball zombie monster makeup.The movie is awful for sure but it works in some miraculous way, partly due to the fact that it was aware it was an awful movie employing awful actors, using awful cinematography, awful music, and awful script, etc. The good news is that everybody participating was apparently briefed before hand lest any sort of sweeping performances or actual cinematic artfulness sneak past the dime store tiki torches, wet bars, and matching salt + pepper shakers. Some good one liners though, I guess that's harmless enough to allow without tempting anybody to take it too seriously. Then again with a title like that, who can?It's kitsch, bounding with energy and some decent smarmy humor that will either get on your nerves or catch you with a belly laugh when you aren't expecting one. I like another reader's comment when writing that they had enjoyed this film more than the three A list big budget event films they rented at a Blockbuster: PRECISELY! Yes, that's the spirit! They were able to relax and just watch this god awful no-name movie for what it was -- rather than being primed to have the world saved or the universe explained by Leonardo di Caprio -- and ended up having a pretty good time. Caught them by surprise probably. You can buy it on DVD for a dollar, probably less, and keep it for your very own. Try it.4/10