director Andy Milligan
Andy Milligan continues to intrigue me, though I am hard-pressed to say exactly why. His particular brand of low-budget schlock features such a weird mixture of uncaring badness and yet soldiers forth from one picture to the next as if all shows must go on.
Bloodthirsty Butchers is indeed his take on Sweeney Todd. But he seems more interested in the romantic and sexual intrigues (not that they are interesting) than with the butchering from barber chair to meat pies.
For my money, I thought the acting was slightly better here, though the story was a muddle and a mess.
I still find myself drawn to his films, like a moth to a series of really bad flames.