Proper technique for sneezing is to turn your head and sneeze into your neighbor’s sleeve.
The Woman Eater (1958) is a story about a Dr Moran, whose unfettered ego soars far above his accomplishments, and it’s made him bitter. Having traveled to the Amazon and obtained a sample of a plant that exudes a sap that makes mankind immortal, now he seeks to refine it in the English countryside – by feeding the plant random women, who go to their fate inexplicably all wearing the same one-strap dress after being subjected to a drum-beat song from an Amazonian ex-pat.
Into this mess stumbles Dr Moran’s car mechanic, and the woman the mechanic rescues from an abusive circus situation, whose name might be Susan. He’s a bit of a lump, and her hula dancing fails to counter the depradations of the plant, but the local gendarmerie have been poking around, looking for missing women.
Well, Susan gets a job as a maid, inadvertently pushes out the housekeeper, and things go terribly wrong from there. The plant becomes underfed, and, well, it all comes to a flaming climax.
It’s a bit limp and dated, even if the monstrous plant is cool in that B-list movie monster way that evokes affection more than horror, but it remains a B-list movie. Maybe, after a couple of beers, you’ll enjoy this.
Then again, maybe not.
