The horror film embodies the path of a brutal artist who finds that human blood is the correct red shade that he uses in this ideal setting. This artist comes with the intent to kill people with their blood, then use it in his painting to extract a different art.
There's some entertainment value in watching the abysmal acting, listening to the wretched dialogue, and pondering the artless direction in his flicks, but they wear out their welcome far more rapidly than in turkeys by, say, Ed Wood.
