Never underestimate the artistic potential of a Z-budget, tasteless, overviolent horror movie. You could be watching something like the Sam Raimi-Coen brothers' "Evil Dead." On the other hand, you could be watching "Blood Salvage" (selected theaters).
In this lame try at a gross-out programmer, three fanatic or cretinous backwoods buffoons, kidnap a bland yuppie Georgia family, the Evanses, and torture them for a day or two. The buffoons have something on their mind besides sadism--though the filmmakers don't seem to.
Jake "Diddy" Pruitt (Danny Nelson), and sons--Hiram (Christian Hesler), the unkempt creep, and Roy (Ralph Pruitt Vaughn), the fat dunderhead--run a salvage yard in the red clay forests and, sub rosa, an organ transplant bank in the barn. There, waylaid passengers are strapped to life-support systems and stowed in the burbling dark, where they moan in unison, until Ray Walston, as a fey doctor, hauls away another kidney or two.
The movie's "New South" social implications are interesting: a vision of slick yuppies tortured by lower-class boors who dress improperly and drool, citing biblical scripture to justify their depravities. In addition to his transplant fixation, "Diddy" Pruitt has an unholy lech for the Evans daughter, April (Lori Birdsong) while filmmakers Tucker Johnston (writer-director) and Ken C. Sanders (writer-producer) seem obsessed with "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre"--whose whacko raffishness they miss completely.