The film itself is a cheesy exploitation film about some dingleberry called Fuah Ramses (I can never spell his name right) who is under the spell of some Egyptian Goddess of Entropy who is known to throw blood feasts made from human body parts. He goes around killing women and harvests their body parts and grinds them up to make a happy blood feast for some wedding banquet.

The gore effects are obviously silly and ridiculous, but that's what makes this film gratifying. You'll see tongues and hearts and brains being extracted from bodies with severity. Wheeee, what fun!

What I liked most about this film is the conversations (or scripted dialogue). This is what I like in 60's films: just people engaging in discussion. I don't know why. regardless as to whether they are logical, diatribal or mentally deficient, I just like verbalization in these films. It has some kind of interest value to it.

In conclusion: you are consummately wrong and you need to consider suicide if you thought this wasn't the first gore film ever! Don't bother arguing logic with your frivolous idealism, because in the end you are nothing. And yes, I love this film, but only horror, gore, or exploitation fans will like this movie. Happy happy joy joy joy! :)