William A. Bairn

William A. Bairn, now there’s a name you don’t hear dropped at every Hollywood party, but the guy sure made a mark with some wild cult classics. Let’s talk Blood Sabbath (1972) first—this one’s your trippy, psychedelic horror ride. It basically chucks a Vietnam vet into the middle of a coven of witches, and things get freaky fast. There’s this heavy ‘70s vibe—sweaty, sun-soaked, and kind of dreamlike. The plot zigzags between steamy witch rituals, a desperate search for love, and a whole lot of “wait, what did I just watch?” moments. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but if you’re into midnight movies and low-budget weirdness, you’ll eat it up. Jump back to 1964, and you’ve got Sex and the College Girl. Total gear shift here—think light, cheeky, and a bit on the raunchy side for its time. It’s set at one of those swinging beach resorts where everyone’s got a tan, a drink, and questionable intentions. The story bounces between flirty college students, ridiculous misunderstandings, and enough innuendo to make your grandma blush. It doesn’t take itself too seriously, which is honestly the charm. Then there’s Jaws of Death (1977)—no, not the shark one (though, nice try). This one’s about a guy who’s so obsessed with sharks he actually befriends them and uses some sort of psychic power to “talk” to them. Seriously. It’s as nutty as it sounds—part animal revenge flick, part environmental rant, all ‘70s grindhouse energy. Bairn clearly had a knack for picking stories that didn’t fit the mainstream mold. If you’re into oddball cinema, his filmography’s a trip.