Naked women are generally a given when it comes to most contemporary horror films. For a lot of horror films, success depends on their combination of nudity and gore. Flesh For the Beast, directed by Terry M. West, is no exception. What makes Flesh For the Beast different is its employment of shoddy childlike masks not even worthy of Wes Craven’s Swamp Thing.
Surprisingly, the films soundtrack courtesy of KFCphile Buckethead, compliments its frenetically flawed editing. When I started watching the film and saw that it featured music from Buckethead, it made my expectations for Flesh For the Beast to be low. After viewing the film, it was one of the very few redeeming qualities . It added a sort of comic element to the film that was in contrast to the films literal attempt at comic relief in the form of a weasely documentary film cameraman.