Gay Bed & Breakfast of Terror

Directed By Jaymes Thompson

Review By Joseph Krimple

Let's see, how can I put this nicely?  You know how most horror movie characters are written so superficially that you almost want them to be stabbed, hung, beheaded or in this case eaten?  In Gay Bed & Breakfast of Terror, Jaymes Thompson spares no expense in making you hate (almost immediately) the five couples who neglected to plan their big gay weekend in advance and therefore get stuck in the middle of the desert away from the city and all the big gay action.  The Sahara Salvation Inn is ran by a Jesus loving mother-daughter-team who easily dupe the travelers into believing that not having phone service is just an inconvenient coincidence along with other overplayed machinations of the horror genre. 

Don't get me wrong, the film is good campy fun replete with complimentary mincemeat muffins made from previous guests, creepy mutant rednecks, and some pretty impressive blood and gore.  The best part though is the opening theme song – an acid flashback of 60's psychedelia and go-go boots sang by Juliet Wright with a chorus that tells you right from the beginning, "they'll wipe that pretty smile right off your face – you better watch out for the Straights!"