director Brad F. Grinter
The ending of Flesh Feast totally makes this movie. The whole of the rest of the flick has a somewhat narcotic effect, numbing the brain from realizing how top level camp the plot really is.
Ah, but Veronica Lake. In her youth one of the iconic beauties of Hollywood. Here, at age 48, still attractive, but quite haggard at the same time. If only she dug on yoga rather than booze. She would be dead only two years later of cirrhosis at age 50.
Here she’s a mad doctor with flesh-eating grubs. And a fun and trashy final role.