Holy crap, Mario Bava's Baron Blood is worse than I imagined, knowing its reputation as lower-rung Bava in advance. I nearly fell asleep last night trying to watch it, and now that I'm trying to finish what I started, the same thing is happening. What an artless, tedious chore, not even succeeding as base schlock. *checks DVD player* Ugh, half an hour to go...
On a brighter note, I also watched his 5 Dolls For an August Moon last night, its reputation as a for-hire gig that Bava himself despised belying an irresistably campy black comedy.