It's a mild crowd pleaser for people who are exhausted by blockbusters.

an ambitious but ultimately ineffective debut endeavor.

The movie is wonderful and true, an act of love in all its contradictions and complexity

Through painfully honest and emotional moments, the movie becomes irresistibly relatable

This is one of those movies that I think might have a touch of genius to it but might just be bad. It doesn't help that I saw it translated into English, and I don't entirely trust the translator, for surely those song lyrics were different in Spanish.If the song lyrics were correct, we are to believe that there is an American singer who makes a living by touring Central America with a mannequin, who sings love songs about death and blood to said mannequin. This results in standing ovations. And it makes him enough money that he can afford two roadies who do nothing but carry the mannequin. This is now high on my list of possible careers: mannequin wrangler.When he's not doing that, he is seducing a girl by chanting the lyrics to a pop song to her while they dance to it , but off-rhythm and in a monotone. This makes her other choice of beau, the Dr. Frankensteinish character, seem rather preferable even if he is probably going to kill her for his evil, yet incomprehensible, experiments.And, making for a sort of four-sided love triangle, there is a sour-faced, middle-aged scientist coworker whom Mad Scientist buys flowers for. And apparently Ecuador has a large community of panflute players with leprosy. Who knew?Turgid, illogical, sexist silliness with a hint of underfunded genius somewhere.

Ramiro Oliveros plays a bad doctor named Dr. Frosta, who's up to your usual demented nonsense for a researcher in a horror film. His aim is to conquer death, so he regularly messes around with cadavers. All of the rejects are taken to the nearby swamp for disposal. Meanwhile, Dr. Frostas' fed-up girlfriend Simone (Marcia Bichette) has announced her desire to leave him for another man, night club crooner Richard (Marcos Molina). And Dr. Frosta had better watch it, for a dedicated police inspector, played by the always entertaining Fernando Sancho, is on the case.This Spanish-Ecuadoran horror film may well test the patience of some Euro-horror lovers. It's not gory enough, sleazy enough, atmospheric enough, or even funny enough, to quite succeed. It's best described as mildly amusing. Not much of note ever happens, but that doesn't mean that "The Swamp of the Ravens" is without its pleasures. For example, the inspector receives a gruesome piece of evidence - a severed hand - while he is stuffing his face at a restaurant.There are also low points, of course. Early on in the film there are some cringe-inducing romantic episodes with Simone and Richard. Director Manuel Cano fails to give the proceedings much style when it comes to his handling of the material. The performances are on a par with the film itself: no more than passably amusing. Oliveros is a handsome guy, but his antagonist is simply boring. At least we get one interesting character in the form of Frostas' mute assistant (Domingo Valdivieso), who kind of resembles Anthony Perkins.The dead bodies in the swamp never pay off as much as one would like, and the title is a misnomer: it should have been titled "The Swamp of the Buzzards". However, in presumably some sort of attempt to justify the title, Dr. Frosta quotes Poe right at the end.Five out of 10.

This truly exemplary vomit of unbound euro-weirdness is rendered in living, lurid colour by fiendishly tasteless director Manuel Cano who's knack for nut-ball visuals is given ample room in his grimy opus 'The Swamp of The Ravens'. While there are many references to Edgar Allan Poe the film owes a huge debt to H.P Lovecraft's immortal short story 'Re- Animator'. (There are also a few similarities to Stuart Gordon's landmark film; especially in the way the 're-brained' awaken in such a full-voiced fashion!) Much like Lovecraft's grimpen tale, the disgraced medic continues his debased experiments with circumventing the finality of brain death, and perfecting his troublesome elixir death, in a suitably Gothic locale; a moldering, cadaver-infested swamp seemingly overrun with these truly gross-looking Raven / vulture hybrids constantly shrieking as if at the brink of death themselves. The morbid and suitably weird psychedelic pan-pipe soundtrack by Joaquin Torres doing much to increase the already monumental levels of brain-tweaking oddness! (There is this one wildly incongruous montage featuring a series of especially malefic-looking stillborn babies in jaundiced pickle jars which is in delightfully bad taste!) 'The Swamp of The Ravens' is delirious, psychotronic madness that should appease the gibbering necrophile that lurks deep inside all of our murky synaptic folds!

"Swamp Of The Ravens" is a very unusual piece of 1970's Euro Cult Cinema. It's story is one that was all all too familiar several decades before this came out. A doctor who has been banished from his hospital for crossing both moral and scientific barriers decides to strike out on his own and continue with his experiments. Except there is no Gothic castle here. Instead his laboratory is located in a shack surrounded by a swamp filled with the doctors used cadavers - which may be why all those ravens are hanging around it. There are some grisly sequences including what looks like a genuine autopsy - not stock footage but instead one which seems to have been performed especially for this film, with the actors present. Add some hazy performances, atrocious dubbing, a couple lepors, and a semi sadistic romance with just a touch of necrophilia - and presto! You have a crowd pleasing 1970's Euro Sleaze Extravaganza!