1959’s ‘A Bucket of Blood’ Contains Neither Blood nor Buckets but is Still a Good Time (review)

Directed by Roger Corman. Walter (Dick Miller) is a busboy at a beatnik coffeehouse with aspirations of doing something more. After accidentally killing a cat, he turns it into a sculpture and makes a splash (splatter?) in the art world. Unfortunately staying popular involves making more art, and Walter finds himself growing increasingly more vicious.

And pretentious

The most striking thing about the film for me is its resemblance to The Little Shop of Horrors, which was released the next year. It’s the same director and production company. The main characters are similar in demeanor (meek), self-esteem (poor), and willingness to murder to get their dream girl. Both become increasingly crazier and harder to empathize with. Both films feature bosses finding out their horrible secret and overbearing mother figures.


So what makes them different? Little Shop considers the plight of the poor (and Jewish stereotypes), while Bucket concerns the shallowness of the art scene and the nature of fame (and beatnik stereotypes). It asks the age-old question of what makes art: is it training or raw talent? Are art patrons so willing to conform to popular notions of avant garde art that they’re willing to applaud a dead cat encased in clay? The film pokes fun at artsy types, but poet Maxwell (Julian Burton) is a likably loony character.

“Why do you suggest anything to Walter? Are you the spokesman for society come to put your stifling finger in his eye?” –actual quote

Another thing that correlates the two films in my mind are the touches that are outside the norm of the supposedly wholesome 1950s-1960s. Little Shop briefly features a hooker; Bucket directly references heroin use. Walter, having no idea what it is, accepts it from a crazy fan, and is busted by an undercover cop, whom he promptly kills.

All in all, it’s an amusing watch—mostly because it’s extremely dated. The acting is acceptable, the plot is thoughtful, and the special effects aren’t bad. Give it a look if you’re in the mood for a short (65 minutes) trip to the past.

Published by GhoulieJoe

I wuvs the horror movies and like to write snarky reviews about them. I also included some pretentious as hell microfiction (don't worry, it's at the bottom).

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