THE BLACK ROOM
Worse than being poked in the eye with a sharp stick
This is one of the worst horror movies I've ever seen. The final fifteen seconds or so rescue it from being lumped in with the Evil Eleven, eleven films I deem to be completely devoid of merit of any kind...but maybe it was just because it meant that the movie was over.
The plot - such as it is - involves a married man renting out a room (a black room, natch) where he takes his flings and shags 'em while the landlord takes pictures. Then, unbeknownst to our (heh) hero, the landlord and his sister drain the poor girls of their blood to supplement the supply of the landlord. He suffers from some blood ailment. Perhaps it's hypohemia, the mysterious affliction that plagued Mr. Burns.
Anyway, that's about it. Guy screws chick, other guy drains chick's blood. The plot is such a silly soap opera (his wife's reaction to all this is to take a date to the black room herself), one is forced to wonder if the whole "blood" thing was added afterward just so they could market it as a horror movie. This stupid piece of crap film features a young Christopher McDonald, perhaps more widely known as the villain in Happy Gilmore. You should see his hair here.
The Black Room is most certainly the worst movie of any kind I've seen since Species II. After it was over, even my VCR said "Man, did that ever suck!" My pet rabbit said "Jeez! Couldn't you have rented something better, like freakin' Deadly Reactor?" And the whole time, the furniture just pleaded with me to let it end. Go to your local video store and smash its copy, now. Nobody needs to throw 88 minutes away on this. Consider yourself warned.