Two moments in particular stand out: a sequence scored to a rousing gospel hymn where our hero futilely attempts to get help from a group of resistant townsfolk and a grisly reveal framed like something out of Herschel Gordon Lewis's Blood Feast. The lingering coda, where our shocked and bloody vet stumbles through the town past the people who originally refused to aid him, is also a nice moody touch. Too bad the director blows it by cross-cutting with end credit shots of the main cast grinning into the camera, a moment reminiscent of the timid finish to the movie of The Bad Seed - which also brought its cast back for an on-camera curtain call as if to tell us, "Hey, that little girl didn't really kill Henry Jones! He's just an actor!"
Still, that Blood Stalkers even has an ending to flub is more than you can say for a lot of flicks of this ilk. Its inclusion on the package makes Morella's Blood Vision a decent purchase for lovers of old-style, southern fried exploitation cinema - even if the folks at Retrovision couldn't bother to film an intro for it.
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