An off-road ramshackle amusement park is maintained and operated by an odd assemblage of resident vampires, ghouls, zombies...and Herve Villachaiz. When night falls and the gates are closed, these fun-loving fiends retreat into their subterranean home within the murky depths below the park. A strange family unit of sorts, they enjoy watching old horror classics while they wait like hungry spiders for juvenile delinquents and random miscreants to illegally enter the carnival grounds.
This divergent, psychedelirious amateur freefall is suffused with murky atmosphere and strange, unearthly distortions...a cheap and gangly ghoulash prepared with resourceful creativity on a piggy-bank budget(the interesting practical FX make good use of plastic tarp, bubble wrap, and other industrial materials). It is, to say the least, comparable to little else.
MALATESTA'S CARNIVAL takes a prominent seat at the table of supremely WTF cinema...an esprit-de-corps shared by DEATH BED: THE BED THAT EATS, GODMONSTER OF INDIAN FLATS, BLOOD FREAK, et al. You'll either like it or you won't, but you *WILL* remember the experience..
7/10.
