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  • pocca17 August 2005
    Warning: Spoilers
    Very funny B movie by Roger Corman about a hapless busboy who works in a fifties coffee shop and wants more than anything to be accepted by the beatnik in-crowd. He is prevented from doing so, however, by his complete lack of artistic talent (not that most of the regulars are particularly gifted either). After accidentally killing his landlady's cat (rigor mortis setting in immediately, apparently), he decides the best way to cover up his crime is to cover the critter with clay and pass it off as avant-garde art. His hep cat customers are blown away; Walter is delighted to be accepted at last; only to hold their interest he has to keep making sculptures…

    The film is not particularly scary (and probably wasn't meant to be), but it works very well as a horror spoof and amusing, if occasionally heavy handed, satire on beatnik culture and the modern art scene (although considering that today rotten meat and crucifixes immersed in urine are taken seriously as art it's as though reality has caught up with and outdone satire). The bearded poet Maxwell who writes of cotton gongs and the sour cream of circumstance is, as others have commented, a dead-on parody of the type of writer who to this day can be found at café readings. (He is strangely likable, though, maybe because he is so genuinely enthusiastic about his pretentious poetry). And for some reason I can't quite put my finger on, I thought the final scene where Maxwell leads a bunch of other earnest beatniks in a chase after a now completely crazed Walter one of the funniest episodes I've ever seen in a movie.

    If you've never seen a Corman film before, this is a good place to start.
  • Not including almost every entry in the terrific Edgar Allen Poe cycle he did, "A Bucket of Blood" unquestionable is Roger Corman's best and most entertaining film. And – coincidentally or not – this movie also contains many references towards Poe (a walled-up cat!!), so maybe Corman simply needs the legendary horror author's oeuvre in order to deliver great movies? "A Bucket of Blood" is a truly slick and ingenious little quickie that terrifically blends the classic terror premise of "Mystery of the Wax Museum" with the typical psychotronic-humor that Corman largely invented himself. Corman regular Dick Miller (terribly underrated throughout his whole career) gives away a near-perfect performance as Walter Praisley, a clumsy waiter and wannabe artist whose biggest wish to get as famous as the talkative stars he serves coffee to every day. His dream accelerates rapidly and unexpectedly when he covers his landlady's dead cat in clay and people proclaim it an art-masterpiece. Walter naturally enjoys his easily earned artist-status but he also realizes that he'll have to move on to bigger (read: bloodier) projects if he wants to stay in the picture. Dick Miller's exhilarating acting together with Charles Griffith's wit scripting skills, makes this a very fun production that every cult-film fan will enjoy watching. Although chuckles clearly have the upper hand in "A Bucket of Blood", Corman doesn't ignore the horror entirely and some of the death-sequences are definitely more chilling than the ones featuring in other contemporary and "serious" horror movies.
  • A Bucket of Blood is a nice little Corman horror film. It plays better than many of his other non-Poe, non-Price films. It's the story of a "backwards" busboy in a beatnik dive trying to fit in by becoming an artist. His creations are the talk of the joint. But just how is the seemingly talentless busboy able to create such realistic images of death?

    Dick Miller plays the busboy in one of the few feature roles I remember seeing him in. The mix of emotions he imbibes into his character is a highlight of the film. At one moment he's confused, the next a raving lunatic. Corman kept the screenplay simple and it works. I've seen too many low budget directors try to creative effects, etc. that their budgets just do not allow. Corman doesn't do this. This one is definitely recommended to fans of the 50s quickie horror films.
  • Purportedly made in five days, A Bucket of Blood is one of those films that just seems to grow on you after each viewing(beginning with the first!). Dick Miller plays his most substantial role in his long and varied career as a very stupid, amoral busboy for a beatnik cafe. His name is Walter Paisley and he wants to "fit" in with all the other cool cats at the cafe like the pompous Maxwell who recites poetry, the two clowns higher than kites that just take space and never order any coffee, the cafe owner Leonard that wears the trappings of being a beatnik but is more concerned about making a buck, the lovely artist Carla that wants to be surrounded by creative and artistic people, and a host of other beatnik types. Walter, by a set of bizarre and ridiculous circumstances, takes a cat he accidentally killed and covers it with clay. He brings it in to his "friends" and that laud him as a great and gifted artist. From there Walter works his way up to human sculptures. The story is filled with loads of black humour including a heavy dose of fun poked at the beatnik culture. Miller plays Paisley wonderfully with a certain innocence. All the acting is pretty good with a few stand-outs. Anthony Carbone as Leonard adds a lot of credibility to the film with his more realistic performance, and he has some of the best lines and facial expressions. Barboura Morris is beautiful and credible. But the top acting honors easily go to Julian Burton(where is this guy now?) as Maxwell. He is the poet that makes every word sound as if art were dripping from his tongue. He recites lines like, "Life is an obscure hobo bumming a free ride on the omnibus of art" and "ring rubber bells, clang cotton gongs, strike silken cymbols." He is wonderfully over-the-top in his whole portrayal and always makes me laugh with that garbage he utters. Director Roger Corman has little budget to work with here, but he makes a minor masterpiece with what he did have to work with. Walter Paisley is Born. And he lives on in video and dvd!
  • A Bucket of Blood (1959)

    Beats, Artists, and a Sweet Tempered Killer

    This is a romp, a riot, and a rebellious ripoff. Most of all it's rotten, so rotten it's terrific. It's a must see, in a way, for anyone into the beats, and into C-grade horror films.

    Is it good at all? Yes, yes! As clumsy as it is, Bucket of Blood has an innovative (if ridiculous) plot. It has an unlikely hero who meets an unlikely demise. It has real poetry, and real hep cat talk (of the lowest form, but hey, show me more fun). It has mood, heroes and villains, a chase scene (on foot), stupid broads and stupid cats and funny situations.

    One key to liking this kind of thing is to remember that the filmmakers, even if on a starvation budget, are no idiots. Director Roger Corman most of all. They know they are making a laugh-out-loud send up of horror films, and they know the beat slang is absurd, and they know the plot is crazy, man. So you can have fun with them, and really get a good laugh, and a little chill, and a weird reminder that in some sad sad happy way, this is what it was like in smaller city coffeehouses where Ginsberg never set foot but where Corman and crew did. Even the photography, led by Jacques R. Marquette (of Attack of the 50 Foot Woman fame, quote unquote), is really worth watching.

    There is nothing like it.
  • Last night, I saw Dario Argento's The Bird With the Crystal Plumage. Tonight I watched Roger Corman's A Bucket of Blood. Good thing I saw the Argento film first, because after Corman's skewed, but hilarious take on art, fashion, society and murder, I would have had trouble taking Bird seriously. Playing with the cliches of 50s hipster noir, Corman and his cast had a ball with this story of a nobody -- played by Dick Miller in the defining role of his career -- who becomes a renowned bohemian artist. Shot in an absurdly short time (3 days according to legend) on a budget that wouldn't have bought dinner for a major studio's crew, the movie is consistently engaging and funny. Always witty, with inspired, goofy beatnik poetry, a cast of eccentrics, and those great exterior shots that characterize Corman's black and white movies, Bucket is drive-in cinema at its finest. Is art murder? Are art dealers accomplices? Is this movie art? Well, no, but it's not murder either.
  • I really got a kick out of this. First of all, Corman pokes fun at the vapid artists that were part of the coffeehouse scene of the fifties. They are so full of themselves as to be caricatures. I knew some of these guys--all shadow and no substance. Walter, the main character, finds a way to turn dead bodies into sculptures, using clay, and is immediately embraced by this pompous crowd, showing they have no knowledge of anything. As it goes on, he has to begin killing more and more, just like Seymour in "Little Shop." His standing is based on decaying bodies. I suppose Corman just ignored this. Eventually, things would collapse, but that doesn't matter because it isn't a serious movie. My copy had a television quality to it. I wonder if it was a kine-scope. Anyway, see this for the characters. Suspend your disbelief and go from there.
  • Nobody in the film-making industry ever got more out of less than the legendary Roger Corman, and "A Bucket of Blood" is a prime example of his work. Granted, the movie was made in five days on a budget of $50,000. Yes, there are no big-name stars in the cast. Nevertheless, I have seen many, many movies produced on enormous budgets, and with "A- List" casts, that are far less entertaining than A.B.O.B.

    "A Bucket of Blood" was also unquestionably Dick Miller's finest hour. Miller plays Walter Paisley, a nebbish of a busboy working in a hip coffee shop frequented by the sort of arty "Beatnik" types well-known in the 1950s. Walter desperately wants to belong to the arty beat crowd, but he lacks both the intellect and the talent. Nevertheless, he manages to stumble upon a means of artistic expression that gains him acceptance, at lest for a while. Only the jaded café owner suspects what Walter has really been up to, but he is unwilling to let on because of the high prices he is getting for selling Walter's "art".

    This film works because everybody in it seemed to have been having as much fun making it as the viewer has seeing it. the movie also works because it is something most horror movies nowadays are not, it is clever and well-written. In fact, apart from anything else, A.B.O.B. is worth seeing for its' juicy satire of the 1950s "Beat" culture alone, something that was very current at the time the movie was made, but which has long disappeared today.

    "A Bucket of Blood" was made during the same period, and featured many of the same cast members, as Roger Corman's more-famous movie, "The Little Shop of Horrors". Both include the same mix of horror and humor, and there is no doubt that fans of T.L.S.O.H. would enjoy A.B.O.B. equally much. The two would make a great double-feature, or a great double-release on DVD.
  • This delicious black comedy is one of the films that Roger Corman used to make before he got a bigger budget and went on to do fantastic adaptations of Edgar Allen Poe stores, starting with 'The Fall of the House of Usher', the year after this was made. A Bucket of Blood stars Dick Miller, whom you may know as 'that guy from Gremlins', which Dante almost certainly cast him in due to his affiliation with Corman, as he plays a character named Walter Paisley in both The Howling and A Bucket of Blood. Anyway, in this film he has been cast a busboy for a public house, who is also an aspiring artist. However, Walter lacks creativity and is looking for an idea when he inadvertently kills his landlady's cat, which he then proceeds to cover in plaster and present as a piece of art. The art world is filled with weirdo's, and because of that, this sculpture becomes an instant hit and Walter is now very much 'in'. One masterpiece isn't enough, however, and Walter must add more to his collection to gain the fame he wants...but where is that next masterpiece going to come from?

    Aside from being a cheap black comedic exploitation thriller, A Bucket of Blood is also a commentary on the art world. Anything can pass for a masterpiece when it comes to being 'creative' (shown by that strange woman with a bed in real life), and a dead cat certainly fits that bill. The film also comments on the fact that one masterpiece isn't enough for an 'artist' to cement themselves in the annals of history and thus they need several. Dick Miller's portrayal of the aspiring artist at the centre of the tale isn't award worthy, but he does a very good job. The character is naive, with an air of pathos, spanning from a need to be accepted, and Dick Miller captures this essence so well that you cant imagine anyone else in the role. I really enjoy seeing Miller on screen and it's a shame he didn't get more roles as he has a lot of potential for playing characters of this sort.

    This film is an obvious predecessor to many other indie themed exploitation thrillers, such as The Driller Killer and is important for that reason. The jazz styling makes a nice atmosphere for the movie and it helps to capture the pseudo-cool jazz trend that is often associated with art in the late 50's and early 60's. And, aside from everything I've said so far; this film is just really good. It's a lot of fun and many of things shown on screen are really funny. There's also some lovely death sequences including, most notably, someone being cut in half with a buzz saw. Naturally (considering this was made in 1959), we don't get to see the death, but it still happens and it's not Corman's fault he couldn't show it. This film is a damn good time and it's a shame that it hasn't gained itself a more established following the forty-five years since it's release. Recommended viewing.
  • bobvend26 October 2013
    If you have an hour of your life to spare, this is definitely worthy of your time: a classic Corman black comedy! Nerdy beatnik coffeehouse busboy Walter (played by Dick Miller) takes a stab at being an artist, with amazingly good results. Now an overnight sensation in the art world, things get out of hand when he needs to advance his craft with new subjects.

    One of the film's strong points is its hilariously droll skewering of the Folk movement and of the Beat lingo and attitudes which so characterized a certain fringe of society in the late 1950's. It's the kind of treatment one would later see in a Christohper Guest "mocumentary" in the 2000's.

    There's no bucket, very little (if any) blood, but it's bloody humorous.
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    Let's face it. If that darn cat hadn't gotten locked somehow behind a wall and immediately petrified when a knife entered its body, the slow-witted Walter (Dick Miller) wouldn't begin looking around finding other subjects for his art. All he wanted was to be accepted at the beatnik joint where he picked up plates and glasses and did dishes and got abused. For some reason, the purified cat becomes a hit and before long, he's bringing in other statues he's made, all quite life like and all quite frightening to look at, disturbing those who view them but fascinating them as well.

    This early Roger Corman film is a terrific cult classic, maybe not a great movie but quite entertaining and very funny in a tongue-in-cheek way. Basically Walter is a sweet guy, and Dick Miller plays the innocence of his character perfectly. For the most part, the people surrounding him are pretty rotten, and the girl who poses sans clothes for him is actually quite nasty to him. She'll live on through the beauty of sculpture, maybe not in the way she'd like, but it's quite amusing to watch her statue being unveiled.

    This film moves at a speedy pace, never stuffing it with nonsense footage, just giving us the grit and not the gristle. There's one particularly gruesome scene involving a wood shop but everything is insinuated so there really is no bucket of blood. In fact, I saw no bucket. For films like this, I can't really rate them as good films, but they are fun to watch, a product of a busy imagination that is perhaps a bit sick at times. This will grip you right up to the end as long as you don't end up in a mold of clay yourself.
  • Walter Paisley is a dim-witted busboy who works at a coffee shop that's populated by beatniks reciting their poetry, playing their jazzy music, throwing around their words of wisdom and praising each others' work. Walter really wants to be part of this crowd, but they don't take him seriously. So he goes home to make something out of clay, but his stopped because of the constant meowing from the landlady's cat that's stuck in the wall. Trying to get it out, he accidentally kills it, so he decides to cover with clay and take it to the coffee shop to show off his work. Everyone is impressed, but they want more. Which, Walter does deliver.

    Now this is what you call an entertaining horror/comedy B-movie that delivers on what it promises. Thank you Roger Corman for such an humorlessly offbeat offering that has personality. 'A Bucket of Blood' is a drive-in quickie that mocks that of the art society in the late 50s to 60s with such blackly laced humour in a tongue-in-cheek approach. The spoof elements seem to fuse impeccably well with the amusing satirical attacks on the beatnik culture. It's hard not to grin at how pompous this lifestyle is with them finding masterpieces in the strangest things, then labelling the artist some sort of master who's got to continue his budding work. Also there's their intellectual lingo that supposedly has a deeper meaning to it all… far out! You could say that this beatnik generation lives in their own little world, but their artistic shallowness definitely moulds itself into the picture.

    Now you're probably wondering when does the horror come in. Well, the wry humour might be heavy, but the violence has a rather bitter and twisted feel as it becomes an obsession for Walter to knock off people to advance his social status in the art world and to please those artists who see big things in him. The deaths are executed rather well, actually. They do hold such a chilling and grisly sting, because the victims are obliviously to what's going to happen and we see the cold, obsessed transformation of Walter taking hold. Dick Millar nails down the part beautifully in depicting a character that might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but it's his unstable patterns that come to the forefront. Millar's performance was very memorable, but the rest of the cast were very good too with a nice mixture of animated characters ranging from the variety of zesty beatniks to Walter's interfering landlady. The cheap budget seems to do wonders on the dreary atmosphere. That of Walter's gloomy, but cosy apartment where he does the finishing touches (the nitty gritty stuff) to his work, which shows the true loneliness and why he wants to be accepted.

    Surrounding the film is a hip and jazzy score that manages to spice up proceedings by gelling together with its artistic context. Director Corman manages to keep things moving at a reasonable pace with it flying by quick enough. He succeeds in making a fun satire that has whole range of surprising developments and he knows when to tighten the screws with some razor edge thrills, which makes way for a satisfyingly, ingenious outcome. No way is life imitating art here.

    A delightfully dark and quirky premise with many memorable performances, but no more than Dick Millar. A very well done production all round by Corman and co.

    Side-note: 'The Little Shop of Horrors' was made on the back of 'A bucket of blood' with basically most of the same cast and sets.
  • hrkepler6 June 2018
    This might be Corman's best movie out of all his works (it is definitely my favorite) and it is loved and praised many cult horror fans (still not enough in my opinion). Horror comedy and satire are both very hard genres to make them work (horror comedies are usually not horrifying nor funny, at least not in the right way) and satire is hard to capture and carries on without sounding or looking bitter, but Corman manages both aspects magnificently and mostly thanks to smartly written screenplay by Charles B. Griffith. The film truly stands the test of time as its satire works today as well, maybe even better when the world is infested with pretentious hipster wannabes who crave to be praised as deep and meaningful artist while just being hacks. In this case, satire works on many levels - it only doesn't successfully mock beatnik culture of that era, but also Corman's previous films as well.

    Dick Miller gives nuanced and wonderful performance as Walter Paisley, a dimwitted and impressionable busboy who more than anything wants to be an artist. Miller keeps the awkward clumsiness at right level without overacting once so Walter doesn't turn into cheap slapstick hero. The depth given into Walter makes the viewer feel compassion towards him before he starts his killing spree. Even after that it is hard not to feel sorry for him.

    The film suffers from many low production values typical for Corman's film. There are enough plot holes and inconsistencies that reduce the film into 'just another B-movie' category (the screenplay is so well written that one can't go over nitpicking) but never takes away the entertainment value. It rather adds certain charm to the movie. Miller himself also has expressed dissatisfaction considering the low production values, as this could have been classic little film.

    Although the poem read by Maxwell (Julian Burton) at the beginning of the film was meant to mock pretentious beatniks (and set the proper mood for community of artists) I kind off liked that really.

    Just a wonderful movie. In Walter Paisley we trust.
  • (Movie tag-line) - "Inside Every Artist Lurks.... A Madman!"

    Now, here's a big bucket of ultra-cheap, 1950s, Horror that's so haywire, so laughable, and so bad that it's actually good (to the very last drop), that I think it quite rightfully deserves a 5-star rating for itself. Indeed!

    This off-beat, black comedy tells the tale of how a bungling, frustrated and totally talentless busboy named Walter Paisley achieves his 15-minutes-of-fame and suddenly becomes what he's always dreamed of being - The New Darling of the Art World.

    A Bucket Of Blood's story is set in the artsy-fartsy world of the 1950s Beatnik Culture where everything is just so cool and hip (ad nauseum). And reciting the most vacuous poetry imaginable is sure to win you raves of approval from all of the hep-cats and hep-gals without question.

    While at home in his squalid flat, struggling hopelessly to create something worthwhile out of some clay, Paisley accidentally kills the landlady's cat that's gotten itself stuck in between the wall in his room.

    Struck with the brainstorm of a dumb-bell, Paisley takes the cat, covers it with clay, and after seeing what a masterpiece he's "created", doesn't waste a minute to show it to all of his friends, passing it off as his own unique offering to the world of avant-garde art.

    Naturally, all of the cool dudes (and dude-ettes) down at the Yellow Door Cafe are totally blown away by Paisley's new-found talent as a gifted sculptor.

    But, of course, they want to see more.

    And, so, now, in a freshly-ignited, murderous frenzy, Paisley obligingly delivers.

    With its $50,000 budget and 5-day shooting schedule this "Roger Corman" quickie offers us a demented horror film with personality, where the shallowness of the Beatnik Generation (and the art world) is clearly mocked with a gleeful flair that cleverly melds itself into the very sarcastic roots of this picture.
  • In Roger Corman's autobiography, he credits himself to creating the sub-genre "black comedy". His version of "black comedy" featured gruesome elements, that were sometimes played for laughs. With BUCKET OF BLOOD and LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS, he furthered this along, and although I'm not sure if he did indeed invent the "black comedy", he sure had a good run with it.

    BUCKET OF BLOOD is near-perfect. Which is saying a lot when you think of some of Corman's films. BUCKET OF BLOOD stars Dick Miller in his only starring performance. He plays a struggling busboy/artist, whose only real desire in life is to impress the local beatnik girl (the talented Barboura Morris). Miller works at the same coffee house that Morris frequents. The place, run by Anthony Carbone, features poetry and art. There are also pretentious beatniks, drug dealers, and undercover detectives.

    I don't want to give much else away, aside from that the film itself has a life of its own. The energy is high, the camera and editing work are effectively polished, and the dialogue is uniformly crisp. Corman's direction is fluid. Next to LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS and maybe a few of his Poe films, BUCKET OF BLOOD is his best film.

    Dick Miller, has never received such a juicy part to play as this. He handles the jokes well, and his interplay with Carbone, and especially Ed Nelson, is great.

    The sets are cheap, the conclusion is rushed, but BUCKET OF BLOOD made me giggle, and unlike some horror films, it is supposed to.
  • SnoopyStyle17 June 2015
    Walter Paisley (Dick Miller) is a dim-witted busboy at the beatnik café The Yellow Door. He tries to make a clay sculpture at home. He hears Frankie the cat in his wall. He tries to get him out using a knife and accidentally kills him. He covers the cat with clay and he becomes the toast of the club with his amazing cat 'sculpture'. This sets him off on a serious of killings and cover-ups using his clay.

    It has some hilarious stuff with the slow innocent Walter. Director Roger Corman is making fun of the beatnik culture. Actually I don't find the beatnik stuff that funny and the music rather annoying. I guess you have to experience it at the time to truly feel the jokes. Walter turning evil isn't scary but it is good solid old-fashion horror. This is relatively well made despite its low budget.
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    (There are Spoilers) Roger Corman's 1959 movie about the 1950's Beatnik Generation and a guy who just didn't fit into that exclusive group of artists and intellectuals. Until he found a talent, that he didn't know that he had, that in no time at all made him world famous.

    Being a busboy at this beatnik café, The Yellow Door, in Greenwich Village shy and nerdy Walter Paisley, Dick Miller, could only hope to become part of the gang of free living loving and thinking beatniks who patronizes that establishment. Watching and listening to all the great ideas poems and music by the many great minds who spend their time at the hip and swinging Yellow Door Café Walter can only hope that their brilliance would one day rub off on him.

    Depressed at the thought that he just about reached his epitome in life as a busboy, and not being that good at it either, Walter finally hears his call one evening in hearing his landlady's cat stuck inside his wall. It's then that Walter in his confused state of mind tries to free the trapped cat with an icepick. The icepick eventually punchers and kills the cat, Frankie, but it also gives Walter, who's playing around with what looks like "Silly Puddy", an idea of hiding the animal's body. Covering it with clay Walter later tries to pawn off the dead and entombed, in clay, feline to his boss Leonard de Santis, Antony Carbone, as a sculpture that he created.

    The sight of the cat sculpture, with an icepick stuck in it, just drove de Santis and everyone else at the café wild. This has to be one of the greatest works of art since the the construction of the Eiffel Tower! Everyone including the café poet laureate Maxwell H. Block,Julian Burton, who wouldn't give poor Walter the time of day is now so enamored by his work and talent that he hold Walter, who thinks the world of Maxwell, up as an example of being the ultimate achievement in the long and bumpy road to human creativity and perfection.

    As one would expect Walter's blessing, as an artist, in the end turned out to be a curse in making him both swell headed as well as homicidal in creating future works of art. Being slipped an envelope of heroin by one of his now many admirers the goofy and incoherent Naolia, Jhean Burton, Walter is later confronted in his shabby apartment by the undercover cop who saw the transaction Officer Lou Raby, Bert Convy. About to arrest the totally innocent man, how the hell did he know what Naolia slipped him was dope, Raby is smashed over the head with a frying pan by an hysterical Walter killing him.

    Walter now uses his new found talent to not only cover up his crime but cover up the dead Officer Raby, with clay, as well. Going on a murder spree in creating more works of art, clay coated human cadavers, Walter plans to kill all those who used to kick him around when he was just a lowly busboy. Walter's next victim is the arrogant and sarcastic Alice,Judy Bamber, who still thinks that he a no-talent fraud. That low opinion of himself by Alice in the end not only hurt Walter's very sensitive feeling but ended up hurting her as well; she became Walters next artistic masterpiece.

    ***SPOILER ALERT***The end for the by now maniacal, who was so sweet harmless and likable in the beginning, Walter Pailey came at his own hand. Even with all his talent and popularity Walter still couldn't get his fellow café worker the pretty waitress Carla, Barboura Morris,to both fall in love and marry him. It's not that Walter wasn't suffering from being rejected, as her husband and lover, by Carla it was that he felt that now being the big man that he is she rejected not only him but his work as an artist as well! That in effect demanded from him immediate and deadly payback.

    It was that now that Walter finally made a name for himself as a world renowned artist and sculptor he was treated by his love from afar Carla as the simple-minded adolescent, Carla looked down at Walter as if he were her kid or baby brother, that he really is! That in the end finally drove the very unstable Walter over the edge together with his both promising and murderous future in the world of Art.
  • This is a film I have forgotten about until I started watching it again. I remember this film. It's actually a cool art-house comedy-horror film. I find it to be more of a decent horror than comedy but there are a few funny moments in it.

    It all started with a dead cat - an accidental death of his landlady's cat. The cat was covered in plaster to cover up the evidence. It is considered "brilliant" art and highly praised... soon after people began to disappear and more "brilliant" works of art appear.

    This is a pretty good film to kick back and enjoy for a fun watch one boring afternoon. It's not a "must see" film - but it's an enjoyable film for those interested in black comedies and horror.

    7/10
  • If anyone is fed up with the pretentious nitwits that dictate what is good art, chances are you'll enjoy this classic campy tale. The protagonist is a weakling who works as a waiter at a beatnik coffee shop and hangs around psuedo artist snobs, sucking up their every last syllable as if it is a mocha frapuccino. He wants very much to carve a niche for himself in this group of losers and manages to do so when he makes a sculpture out of his landlady's dead cat! True to herd mentality, everyone is soon basking in this guy's coolness, singing his praises, and generally kissing his talentless behind. Only problem is, he keeps making sculptures from bodies! By the time these Bohemians catch on to the fact that this guy may not be so hip after all, the death toll has risen and laughter is abound. Also make sure to look out for the fat bearded character Maxwell, this guy is a total riot. The sad thing is every time I go to an open mike I meet some "poet" who is just like him. Great sardonic humor from the master of the macabre Roger Corman. 8/10
  • Highly entertaining and such a bizarre premise. Fun to watch near Halloween.
  • Warning: Spoilers
    Before there was "The Little Shop of Horrors," there was "A Bucket of Blood" a year earlier. Dick Miller, the hungry flower-eater in the former film is the star of "A Bucket..." He plays Walter Paisley, an inept moronic busboy who works at a very hip beatnik coffee shop and dreams of becoming one of the artists who frequent the establishment. Through a quirk of fate, it doesn't take very long before Walter joins this select group of pretentious phonies. He accidentally kills his landlady's cat and then covers it with plaster to hide his boneheaded mistake. When this "masterpiece" somehow makes its way to the beatnik haunt, Walter is soon hailed as the next great sculptor of the 20th century. Carla (played by Barboura Morris) becomes his chief benefactor and enthusiastically encourages him to take up sculpture as a career. But for Walter to create more "great art," he needs more dead bodies. Future game-show host Bert Convy is unfortunately next on the list. The body count piles up until Walter is finally revealed for what he really is: not only a complete idiot, but a criminally insane one. "A Bucket of Blood" is played mostly for laughs by director Roger Corman, and with its shoestring budget, he really has no choice. Ed Nelson, later of "Peyton Place," shows up as a nosy cop investigating the demise of poor Mr. Convy. I don't think Ed ever wanted this one to pop up on his resume. Lead actor Dick Miller was assigned to mostly bit parts after this "classic" although he later appeared in the original "Terminator" as the fellow who sells firearms to the wrong guy. Ms. Morris, who had some potential as an actress, died relatively young. Of course, Corman went on to make a slew of biker movies and adapted a number of Edgar Allan Poe works that probably made that literary master roll over in his own grave. But longevity has a way of making one respectable. Corman is now hailed as a great innovator of the cinema and was recently featured on TCM. I guess if you can make a movie like "A Bucket of Blood" in less than a week and for $50,000, you deserve some notoriety. Yes, Corman was the king of the "B" movies in the 1960s. But he never made anything that came within a country mile of an "A" film. When all is said and done, Corman will probably be best remembered for being the first director to give Jack Nicholson a role.
  • Daddy O, this is with out a doubt the coolest horror film with beatniks that has ever been produced, one viewing and you'll be pulling your bongos outa the closet and throwing paint at the wall. Beatniks, coffee, art, murder and a Paul Horn soundtrack, It's Crazy Man.
  • This is a well known terror-comedy , it's a quickie but was shot for five days and is deemed one of Corman's best and funniest movies ever made although with lack budget .The picture concerns a geeky employee -Dick Miller- working at the Yellow Door café , he's a busboy named Walter Paisley . He's deeply impressed by Maxwell H. Brock's spontaneous poetry recital. Walter attempts to convince the Yellow Door patrons of his artistic potential. When his attempt at sculpting proves futile, Walter lashes out angrily at his landlady's cat and accidentally kills the animal . Later on , he feels ferocious desires , developing a bloodthirsty anger and is forced to murder for creation of his special sculpures . A Comedy of Errors! A Comedy of Terrors! .The Picture That'll Make You... sick sick SICK with Laughter!. Roger Corman's Cult Classic is Bloody Good Fun!.You'll be sick - from laughing!. Will YOU join his human museum?. You'll be sick, sick, sick - from laughing!. A new dimension in horror!. Inside every artist...Lurks a mad man!

    Horror comedy blending black humor , parody , tongue-in-cheek and horror . The comedy is absurd and cheesy but gets its moments here and there . Incredible cheap but effective visual effects . Stars Dick Miller , a rare starring role for him , who gives overacting as a sculptor with a peculiar talent for lifelike artwork . This was his most memorable role would have to be that of the mentally unstable, busboy/beatnik artist Walter Paisley, whose clay sculptures are suspiciously lifelike . Corman enthusiasts will see thematic similarities to his subsequent work Little shop of horrors (1960) . As Little shop of horrors was made in a record breaking two days , while A Bucket of Blood was made in just five dias . This Corman terror/spoof noted for his magnificent beatnik atmosphere . The principal actors and technicians will repeat along with Corman in various films ,in fact, the picture belongs to horror-black comedy sub-genre as ¨A Little Shop of Horrors¨ and ¨Creature from the haunted sea¨, both of them written by Charles B. Griffith . In the film appears the Corman's ordinary actors as Barbara Mouris , Antony Carbone , Bruno VeSota ,and, of course, Dick Miller, who settled in Los Angeles in the mid-1950s , there he was noticed by producer/director Roger Corman, who cast him in most of his low-budget films, often as dislikeable sorts, such as a vacuum-cleaner salesman in Emisario de otro mundo (1957). , and he is also fondly remembered for his supporting role as the flower-eating Vurson Fouch in Corman's legendary Little Shop of Horrors (1960) and this Walter Pasley in A Bucket of Blood (1959) .

    The picture contains an atmospheric cinematography in black and white by Jacques R. Marquette . There are also various technicians from Corman factory , as production designer Daniel Haller, producers Samuel Z. Arkoff , James H. Nicholson and wrtter Charles B. Griffith . The motion picture was well directed by the famous writer, producer , director Roger Corman. He made all kinds of genres , usually directing in a few days . As he made Westerns as The Oklahoma Man, Apache Woman, Five guns West . Monster Movies as Attack of the crab monsters, It conquered the world , Beast with a Million of Eyes, Viking Women and the sea Serpent , Frankenstein Unbound . Science Fiction as Gass, The man with X Ray eyes , Last Women on Earth . Youthful films as Carnival Rock, Rock at night , Sorority Girl, Teenage Doll. Mobster or Gangster movies as Bloody Mama, St Valentine Massacre, I Mobster , Machine Gun Kelly . But he especially shot Terror movies as The Undead, Tower of London, Haunted Palace , and Edgar Allan Poe saga as Fall of the Usher House, Tales of Terror, Raven, Terror, Pit and Pendulum , Tomb of Ligeia, Masque of Red Death , among others. Rating 6/10 . Acceptable and decent terror/comedy film .The flick will appeal to classic and cult movies fans.
  • henry8-319 October 2021
    Walter (Dick Miller) is a far from bright busboy with aspirations, working at a beatnik cafe. When he accidentally kills a cat, he covers it in plaster and passes it off as art, which is well received, so he decides to follow up with larger subjects.

    It's another cheap Corman film, so has gained something of a cult following. It is however not funny, well acted or exciting.
  • Roger Corman will always be remembered for being the guy who made all those cheap and nasty exploitation movies in the 50s and 60s. What people DON'T remember is that many of them were actually very good! 'A Bucket Of Blood' is one of his best, possibly THE best.

    'Bucket..' is a black comedy concerning bus boy and wanna be artist Walter Paisley (the immortal Dick Miller) who works in an arty coffee shop frequented by poets, painters, beatniks and druggies. By an odd series of circumstances, which I won't spoil for those that haven't watched this, he becomes "the next big thing". As his career takes off he becomes hip, cool and adulated by most. He does have one enemy who knows his secret and an undercover cop is sniffing around, so poor Walter better stay on his toes...

    This movie is a lot of fun, still holds up well, and is an entertaining, well made (for its obvious low budget) satire on art, success, fame and death. Dick Miller has gone on to a long and varied career since the 50s, but no matter what he does he will ALWAYS be Walter Paisley!
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