Purportedly unseen by more than two dozen people since it was finished in 1977 (most footage was shot five years earlier), zero-budgeted “Death Bed” is a horror flick destined for some small place in the hearts of psychotronic fans who already treasure such extreme oddities as “Blood Freak” (the ’71 pro-Christian, anti-drug turkey-monster pic), not to mention Andy Milligan’s entire ouevre. Belated “world premiere” at San Francisco IndieFest found patrons guffawing at vintage strangeness. Horror fests and cult-vid distribbers are advised to get between the sheets.
Intertitles alert us to “Breakfast,” “Lunch,” etc. as titular four-poster — a hungry spirit created by demon’s failed seduction of a virginal maiden some decades back — consumes stray travelers. First digested are a horny couple that figures remote estate’s windowless guesthouse as a perfect getaway. Then a female trio arrive, picked off one by one. One character’s greatly prolonged half-swallowing, escape and re-capture suggests a deadpan camp sensibility behind one-shot writer/director George Barry’s concept. Still, wooden perfs from amateur cast and primitive staging make one wonder just how much of a joke this was intended to be.