Today’s forgotten classic is Terror at Blood Fart Lake, which claims to have been released on DVD just this year. Which perhaps makes calling it “forgotten” a little premature, but… let’s just say I have a feeling. Aside from the awesome title, it appears to be some kind of b-movie, possible soft-core porno. My Google Image Search turned up a topless girl and what appeared to be the same girl getting peed on, but it also turned up this, so who knows.
When a group of college kids head off to their friend’s cabin for a little high octane sex weekend they will get more than they bargained for in the form of the evil Scarecrow killer, Jimmy Van Brunt! Seems like no body is safe at spooky cabins in the woods by the lake these days. Experience characters that make you want to howl with laughter and constipation! Witness deaths the likes of which you have never seen before! One part Friday the 13th, One part Ernest Goes To Camp and 3 parts Cream Cheese, wonder aloud who will be still be alive by the end of this Terror At Blood Fart Lake?!
It stars someone named “Teen Ape”, who also toplined Mulva 2: Kill Teen Ape!, both from writer/director Chris Seaver, whose alternate name, according to IMDB, is “Jock De Queaf.” Seaver/De Queaf, you may remember, also helmed such films as Heather and Puggly Drop a Deuce, and Anal Paprika 3: Menage-a-Death. Needless to say, these discoveries have left me feeling like for the last half hour I’ve passed through the looking glass, only instead of meeting animated playing cards and animals who can talk, I’ve been stuck with a burly guy wearing a leather mask with a zipper for the mouth, who just sits there cleaning his fingernails with a buck knife. You can watch the ‘trailer’ for Terror at Blood Fart Lake after the jump, but I sincerely recommend that you don’t, unless you’re looking for the perfect example of “weird, and not in a good way.”
[via Amazon, hat tip: TheShiznit






Wierd but not in a good way you say?
[points to crotch]
That whole paragraph after the block quote is a fucking joke, right?
When a group of college kids head off to their friend’s cabin for a little high octane sex weekend they will get more than they bargained for
“High Octane Sex” is when you fuck 91 and 93-year olds, right?
For the love of god, someone send Vance some tips.
If that’s the case, I prefer low-octane sex.
Hey, when you’re fucking 87-year olds, a little engine knock is a good thing, knowwhatimean?
*wink wink*
[reads Al's comment, shruggs, tilts head, points to crotch]
I’m guessing that crazy Terminator 2 zombie looking thing is a metaphor for AIDS?
Naw, “high octane sex” is when you’re drung on Baccardi 93.
Alt. title: Fat People Bouncing Around Awkwardly.
I only got through 1 1/2 minutes of that, but I don’t think even soft-core porn has a green-band trailer.
O yeah nuthing like a blood fart to get me in the mood.
It’s funny b/c the fourth pic is exactly how I prepare for visits from Chodin and Burnsy.
“wonder aloud who will be still be alive by the end of this Terror At Blood Fart Lake?!”
Why are we yelling declarative sentences like they’re questions?!
The horror. The horror.
Kill. Them. All.
Blood Fart Lake has more Taco Bells per square mile than anywhere else in the world.
Scarecrow killers are like zombies in that they just want a brain.
Fishing poles are strictly forbidden at Blood Fart Lake, but you’re welcome to try your hand at noodling there if you’d like.
Nothing bigger than a dinghy is allowed on Blood Fart Lake.
Not a good sign when you try to watch and your eye can’t leave the sentence Ricki Lake Gives Birth On Film. I think it’s what Bell’s Palsy must feel like.
True story: One time He was camping lakeside at Lake MacBride, and, in the still quiet of the crisp autumn night, ripped a fart so loud that it literally echoed across the lake.
Now, if we have a post about belching, He can recount the tale of making the windows reverberate at the pizza parlour!
“Bloodfart” is His favourite Pokemon.
Blood farts are terrible. I prefer Crip farts, especially if they’re C-Walking when they do it.
Blood Fart Lake is what formed when they built a dam on the Red River and dug up the Hershey Highway.
I’m sorry but i like all farting to happen on cakes sans blood
My college friends and I rented a cabin for a high octane sex weekend once.
I wish we had brought some women.
Blood fart lake is what I call my toilet after a long night of habanero salsa.
George Lopez voices the Chihuahua in “Terrier at Blood Fart Lake”!
Bloodfart is the direct to whogivesafuck Steven Seagal remake of Bloodsport.
Camp Blood Fart Lake has no counselors, only plumbers.
A Bloodfart are caused by a Broodwich.
I think Bloodfart at Terror Lake might be a scarier title.
The Wal-Mart in Blood Fart Lake wins the underwear sales record every year.
Blood fart is what diddy will become when shyne is released from prison.
Campfires are strictly forbidden at Blood Fart Lake. If you want to cook something, you have to use a dutch oven.
Dredging Blood Fart Lake is limited to fetishists.
Pic 2: LOOKZ, I IZ MICHEL BAY! BOOOOOOOOM!!!
Uptight mariners love this place. Anal fissures and Blood Fart Lake just go together.
Hmmmm…
Blood Fart
Food Blart
Did Kevin James write this?
Anal fissures you say? I quit man! Game over!
Felch Spit is the best place to put your boat in Blood Fart Lake ?
That was offensive.
I REGRET NOTHING!
Blood farts are the only things that can give Rob Zombie a boner
Rob Zombie? Hmmm…what could HE have to do with this post…huh, Lince?
Like most horror movies, this is a remake. The original Japanese one was called “Brood Fa Rake.”
The best feature of Blood Fart Lake is Jizz Cough Cove.
Is that the cove where they flog the dolphins?
I like swimming out to Brown Eye Island in the middle of Blood Fart Lake.
No no no silly noMo, thats shit goes down in Vomit Blowhole Bay. Right by Shit Prick Crick.
Yikes stripes!!
I would seem that right now, I need to venture to Lower Whiskeyshits Sound!
Aslan is on th…
Shit Prick Crick reminds me of Bunghole Bayou, which I was born on. I used to chase down hoodoos.
Whiskeyshits Sound? Watch out for the floaters! Lots of brown trout, too.
It’s really breezy at Slippery Queef Reef.
Yeah, dance music gives me blood farts too.
You’ll lose your shoes in Mud Butt Bog.
Death at Dirty Sanchez Ranch
If you ever go to Blood Fart Lake, be sure to check out Prolapse Point…
It’s the stick I used to stuff my intestines back up my butt after visiting the Sodomy Forsure Foreshore.
I have seen this movie several times. One of my friends owns it. ITS FUCKING AWESOME. If you dont believe me, Netflix it and just wait for Leo DuChamp. Then if you still dont like it, get fucked cause youre a jackass.
OK then. Is somebody waiting for the men in white coats to come?
Always.
I have seen several movies several times, but this isn’t one even I would admit to.
ps – one of my friends owns the Rabbit. Doesn’t mean IT’S FUCKING AWESOME*
*it is
Serious business when a “Forgotten Classic” becomes “Not a Joke”.
I’ll have to pay my tombstone engraver extra for this. Dick.
I’d rather be in a scuba tank filled with blood farts than to see this movie.
The special edition dvd box will be shaped like a maxi pad.
“I’ve been stuck with a burly guy wearing a leather mask with a zipper for the mouth, who just sits there cleaning his fingernails with a buck knife.”
Oddly enough that was in David Lynch’s submitted screenplay for his adaptation of Alice in Wonderland. Doubly odd; the working title was Terror at Blood Fart Lake.
Heidi Montag was cast to play the Queen of Farts.