Good catch! For some reason, I don't find any charm in Blood Rage. The "cranberry sauce" line just ain't funny (very rarely do wise-cracking villains work for me), Louise Lasser's heroically awful attempt to reach her boyfriend over the phone makes me genuinely uncomfortable for her as an actress, and for a slasher movie, I found myself missing a good final chase. You could argue that Blood Rage is no better and no worse than Scared Stiff and Trapped Alive, but that's the thing with bad movies, they click with you or they don't. But yes, you're right, I generally go for the gritty, the grotesque, the sleazy, and the genuinely frightening over the lighter fare. As for The Mutilator, it's one of those I wanted to like, and have revisited, hoping that the first viewing merely caught me on a bad day.