After Sam's wife has betrayed him, he goes on a bloody killing spree in Las Vegas.After Sam's wife has betrayed him, he goes on a bloody killing spree in Las Vegas.After Sam's wife has betrayed him, he goes on a bloody killing spree in Las Vegas.
Susanne Ciddio
- Suzanne
- (as Suzanne Cidio)
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- TriviaThere's two versions of this movie. The 78 minute version has the full baby shower scene. The 68 minute version heavily cuts it and has less padding.
- GoofsWhen Sam mentions his name, while holding a girl in bed, it's clearly been overdubbed by another actor.
- Crazy creditsAny similarities between the grotesque style of murders depicted in this movie, or to persons either living or dead is purely coincidental.
- Alternate versionsWhen the film was released on DVD, a workprint was used that differs from the VHS release. This workprint includes a elongated 20 minutes involving the Beautiful Lady Oil Wrestlers before Sam's arrival and is missing a lot of the gore effects.
- ConnectionsFeatured in The Cinema Snob: Las Vegas Bloodbath (2010)
Featured review
Enjoyable Slice of 80s SOV Trash
Las Vegas Bloodbath is a zero-budget shot-on-video piece of crap
but damn, what an entertaining piece of crap it is!
In the films opening scenes Sam Butler returns home from a business trip to find his wife, Ruth, in bed with another man. He flips out and kills them both, taking his wife's mulleted head as a memento. From here he promptly develops the standard 'all women are whores' complex and goes on a ho killin' rampage. First he picks up a type of whore he especially dislikes - a "daytime whore" and takes her to a car park where he mutilates her face then ties her leg to his car and drives off, thus tearing the limb loose and dragging it along behind him.
Here is where the film takes a strange turn - suddenly a group of female oil wrestlers are thrown into the mix. Apparently they are throwing a belated baby shower for their pregnant friend Barbara . For the next twenty-something minutes the audience is subjected to the brainless bimbos' chit-chat as they have a feast of donuts 'n' beer, try on bikini's, play truth or dare, talk sh!t behind Barbara's back ("look how fat she is!"), then finally settle down to watch one of their matches on TV.
Eventually the tedium is cut short when psycho Sam bursts through the door and gets to killin'. Now is the time for this sh!t-nugget to shine: Sam performs an impromptu C-section on Barbara, smashing the fetus against the wall in a joyful conclusion. He dispatches the other women in a variety of creative ways using a combination of gun, knife, claw-hammer & electric drill - savouring the demise of his final victim (who "looks just like his Ruthie") by ripping her arm off and letting her bleed to death.
Las Vegas Bloodbath is really a monumental epic in bad film-making. Everything about it screams amateur - from the abysmal acting and horrible 'videotography' to the nonsensical dialog and hilarious special effects work. Although without a doubt this is an ultra-gory film, particularly the fetus-removal scene which actually utilises a pregnant actress. Some of the lame attempts at humour are utterly hysterical, for example: Sam is constantly talking to his wife's severed head and at one point tells her "don't lose your head over it". There's also the touching introduction of his 'wife' to one of his victims: "whore, this is my wife Ruth - Ruth, this is a whore.
Another thing that seems to fuel Sam's psychotic temper is that everything somehow relates back to his wife - when he asks the group of women what they do and they reply that they're oil wrestlers, he screams "my wife loved oil wrestling!!" and in another instance Sam decapitates a Jehovah's Witness, yelling "my wife was a Jehovah's Witness!". Inspired stuff.
All in all, a very enjoyable slice of 80s SOV trash. Admittedly the middle section slows things down a bit and is kinda mind-numbing, but the girls with their god-awful 80s hair and appalling fashion sense lighten it up, slightly.
In the films opening scenes Sam Butler returns home from a business trip to find his wife, Ruth, in bed with another man. He flips out and kills them both, taking his wife's mulleted head as a memento. From here he promptly develops the standard 'all women are whores' complex and goes on a ho killin' rampage. First he picks up a type of whore he especially dislikes - a "daytime whore" and takes her to a car park where he mutilates her face then ties her leg to his car and drives off, thus tearing the limb loose and dragging it along behind him.
Here is where the film takes a strange turn - suddenly a group of female oil wrestlers are thrown into the mix. Apparently they are throwing a belated baby shower for their pregnant friend Barbara . For the next twenty-something minutes the audience is subjected to the brainless bimbos' chit-chat as they have a feast of donuts 'n' beer, try on bikini's, play truth or dare, talk sh!t behind Barbara's back ("look how fat she is!"), then finally settle down to watch one of their matches on TV.
Eventually the tedium is cut short when psycho Sam bursts through the door and gets to killin'. Now is the time for this sh!t-nugget to shine: Sam performs an impromptu C-section on Barbara, smashing the fetus against the wall in a joyful conclusion. He dispatches the other women in a variety of creative ways using a combination of gun, knife, claw-hammer & electric drill - savouring the demise of his final victim (who "looks just like his Ruthie") by ripping her arm off and letting her bleed to death.
Las Vegas Bloodbath is really a monumental epic in bad film-making. Everything about it screams amateur - from the abysmal acting and horrible 'videotography' to the nonsensical dialog and hilarious special effects work. Although without a doubt this is an ultra-gory film, particularly the fetus-removal scene which actually utilises a pregnant actress. Some of the lame attempts at humour are utterly hysterical, for example: Sam is constantly talking to his wife's severed head and at one point tells her "don't lose your head over it". There's also the touching introduction of his 'wife' to one of his victims: "whore, this is my wife Ruth - Ruth, this is a whore.
Another thing that seems to fuel Sam's psychotic temper is that everything somehow relates back to his wife - when he asks the group of women what they do and they reply that they're oil wrestlers, he screams "my wife loved oil wrestling!!" and in another instance Sam decapitates a Jehovah's Witness, yelling "my wife was a Jehovah's Witness!". Inspired stuff.
All in all, a very enjoyable slice of 80s SOV trash. Admittedly the middle section slows things down a bit and is kinda mind-numbing, but the girls with their god-awful 80s hair and appalling fashion sense lighten it up, slightly.
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- Runtime1 hour 18 minutes
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- 1.33 : 1
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