Directed by Herschell Gordon Lewis

Cast: Brooke McCarter, Nevada Caldwell, Joel D. Wynkoop, Krista Grotte, Lauren Schmier, and Special Appearances by Lloyd Kaufman and Mike Christopher

Shriek Show / Region 1 / Not rated / 1.78:1 Anamorphic Widescreen / Dolby Digital Stereo / 87 minutes

Disc Extras: Making of the “Uh-Oh! Show / Commentary with Herschell Gordon Lewis / Commentary with producers Andrew Allan, Andy Lalino, and Mark Ford / Commentary with actors Brooke McCarter and Joel D. Wynkoop

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Serious conversation about the history of gore, schlock, and horror can’t be complete without mentioning Herschell Gordon Lewis. Love him or hate him, he’s the Godfather of Gore. Sure, his vintage classics like Blood Feast, Gore Gore Girls, and Color Me Blood Red are low-budget and of questionable taste depending on your interests, but you can’t argue Lewis was a real ground-breaker in gore for gore sake’s cinema back when the drive-ins were still popular. So what’s this guy been doing since he quit the business about thirty years ago?

After taking decades off from business, HGL returned to active filmmaking with Blood Feast 2: All U Can Eat. The sequel was gory, funny, twisted, and as always, of a low-budget nature. Some seven years later, we get The Uh Oh! Show. It sounds corny and stupid, but it’s a damn good time. The plot’s straight forward; put yourself in a far-fetched world where a popular game show, a mix of “Jeopardy” and “Wheel of Fortune,” is everybody’s obsession. But instead of losing money if you answer incorrectly, you get gutted, filleted, or torn in half. The show promises its viewers that the people harmed will be surgically put back together, and they’ll be okay, but a reporter is onto the real truth. Things aren’t as they seem, and the plot thickens.

HGL strays from his usual formula of gore for gore’s sake and ventures into intentional comedy. The humor is fart jokes, sex, and off-the-wall randomness. The humor’s so crazy it’s venturing into Troma-esque territory, so if you’re expecting another straight up Herschell Gordon Lewis flick, you might be disappointed. That’s not to say you’ll hate it. This is pure schlock covered in a frosting of intentional comedy. This feature’s got guts, boobs, blood, good and bad jokes –which are constantly hurled at you at a hundred miles an hour– and a Vaudevillian zest to tickle the viewer’s fancy one way or another. So if you’re in the mood for a smorgasbord of crazy shit, covered in blood, give the latest HGL movie a chance.