director George Barry
Falling through the cracks — it happens to many a movie. Luckily for all of us, Death Bed: The Bed that Eats fell through the cracks and yet found its niche. Some strange place between trash and art, intentional and unintentional comedy and surrealism, a document of the weird that now stands hence for all time.
I don’t know what else to say other than I feel already like I need to see this one again.
Yes, it is a death bed. Yes, it does eat: apples, fried chicken, naked lovers. And the piss yellow digestive fluids bubbling and sizzling.
This movie is so much, so so so much. Sublime and outside of films and realities known before or since.