H.G. Lewis is called the godfather of gore, by some, for painting the screen red long before many of us had even been born. His films played the drive-ins for years and were a staple of the midnight movie circuit. I doubt there's a horror or gore fan that hasn't seen Blood Feast or 2000 Maniacs yet. Color Me is one of his minor classic films I'd say. This ain't as good as some of his others, but it's still cool and has a few scenes we have all come to expect from a Lewis opus. The boat scene was a riot as we're the painting scenes where our artist tries to use his own blood to paint before getting a little woozy. That's the plot really, a painter discovers that blood is the perfect color for his works of art. He first uses his own, then his nagging girlfriend's. However, he needs more and has to kill to get it. It does not have a huge body count or as many gore scenes as many of H.G.'s films, but it does have that special charm. A good gore film from days gone by, this will give ya some laughs and a few yucks.