Pam Grier can do anything, even make cheesy skin flicks worth seeing.
With an enviable, well-stocked cast of character thespians and a carefully dilapidated motel set, Eaten Alive is all ingredients, no recipe.
Eaten Alive doesn’t fuck with your head like Hooper’s Texas Chainsaw Massacre films.
Roger Corman didn’t direct this drive-in hit, but it bears his imprint of economic utilitarianism.
Whoever thinks of Death Race 2000 as second-rate is only half wrong.