Lack of good storyline.

Best movie ever!

I cannot think of one single thing that I would change about this film. The acting is incomparable, the directing deft, and the writing poignantly brilliant.

This is a coming of age storyline that you've seen in one form or another for decades. It takes a truly unique voice to make yet another one worth watching.

This is now the 3rd garbage horror film that I've seen which was directed by American, film-maker, H. G. Lewis - And I am now totally convinced that Lewis was nothing but the absolute worst and most pathetically incompetent movie-maker of all time.And I now refuse to ever watch another one of this moron's utterly awful movies ever again - 'Cause I'm totally convinced that they would be just like these 3 that I've already seen - Pure junk.Yes. Even though 1967's "The Gruesome Twosome" was a truly vile and amateur production - Its story did actually produce some genuine howls of unintentional laughter - But, in the long run - At a 72-minute running time - This story about a slobbering, dimwitted "psycho-scalper" and his wacky mother was so bad that it was downright unbearable to sit through.And speaking about idiotic dialogue and cringe-worthy acting - Between actresses Gretchen Welles' "Kathy" and Elizabeth Davis's "Mrs. Pringle" - These 2 women and their irksome performances were, without question, the absolute bottom-of-the-barrel.

You know you're off to a great start when two foam wig stands with pasted-on faces engage in a ten minute conversation about murder. This is a terribly amateurish but awfully engaging piece of Herschell Gordon Lewis schlock that probably influenced a dozen variations on a similar theme. An old nutbag, played by a woman in her twenties, runs a home-based wig shop with her demented son Rodney (there was an equally demented Rodney in Meir Zarchi's "I Spit On Your Grave"). This "gruesome twosome" don't make their hair pieces; they rip them off the scalps of pretty girls instead. And in graphic detail, too, which is why this movie exists. Rodney slobbers and cackles and acts even more retarded than he looks as he attacks, kills and scalps the campus cuties. He plays with their bloody insides, too, as you do. Parts of this "classic" reminded me of Charles Kaufman's "Mother's Day", even though that film is in a very different talent league. The ridiculous old lady constantly talks to a stuffed jaguar named Napoleon and keeps the lovable Rodney in a locked room most of the time. There is a bonkers plot involving a cute Nancy Drew-style student who suspects foul play at the Old Wig Shop. Some cute college gals dance on beds to hip music while brandishing KFC drumsticks in one scene and we're almost shown what's under their dresses, but Lewis, not shy of gore, is certainly shy about nudity in this repressed little number and it's a tragedy that we don't get to see any girly panties, let alone slits or breasts. For mine, I have always had a soft spot for this slow but fascinating piece of trash. It's a "good film", isn't it, Napoleon?

Mrs. Pringle and her half-witted, needs-to-be-institutionalized son Rodney run a small business called the Little Wig Shoppe, which is also next to a room they "rent" out to beautiful college co-eds with long hair. Of course at Mrs. Pringle's establishment only 100% human hair is used. Does she then buy a lot of hair? Don't bet on it. Her son uses a knife(and later an electric carving knife) to scalp these girls for their hair and also various organs(Thursday is Napoleon's night for liver). That's right, I forgot to mention the third member of this happy little family. His name is Napoleon, and he is a stuffed Lynx(or Bobcat). Mrs Pringle talks to Napoleon throughout the whole picture. Business is booming for Mrs. Pringle till a young girl decides to investigate the disappearance of her long-haired friend out searching for an apartment. As far as Herschell Gordon Lewis flicks go, this one is decidedly a notch above films like Two Thousand Maniacs, The Wizard of Gore, and Color Me Blood Red. It has the best acting in it that I have seen for any of his films, not good but almost average! Ronnie Cass plays the demented mother with a likable camp. The film is also one of Lewis's better shot films in terms of direction. Sure we have a ridiculous scene in the beginning with two styrofoam heads with painted faces and wigs talking, but the film has a pretty good pace throughout. Am I saying this is good? No, but is it very entertaining. It also has some pretty good music in it, "Right Napoleon?" As for the gore, it's there but there really is not a lot of it and it fortunately never reaches the hyperbolic level of Lewis's The Wizard of Gore.

This one earned the only video store I knew that carried it multiple rentals... until I wore it out! If you love bad acting, preposterous dialogue and classic gore, you'll want to show Gruesome Twosome to all your friends. Repeat viewings lodge this foolishness, complete with the usual infectious Lewis soundtrack, deep in your psyche. Perhaps the most appealing thing about this one is that it draws some of the most miserable reviews cinema has ever seen. Judge for yourself. And it's short for easy digestion... or, um, indigestion.