Death Bed, George Barry, and Garwood Mansion

Even with all the new digital equipment it's not easy to make a full-length motion picture. It certainly wasn't any easier in 1972 when George Barry started filming Death Bed: The Bed That Eats. When one considers Barry never really finished the film, or even released it until 2003, you might wonder why he ever did it at all. He never tried to make another movie. But he sure as hell made the crap out of this one. And I, for one, am glad. If I tell you the title of the movie is Death Bed: The Bed That Eats, what's the point of getting into details about plot after that. Death Bed....

Oh, sure, Death Bed seems pleasant enough at first. Downright inviting, even. Clean sheets. Nice purple satin. 

Sure, everybody thinks they like sex and fried chicken until...

Did you read the title first, dummy? This movie proves that a lot of people just can't read.

Uhhh, Death Bed. The bed eats chicks, it eats gangsters, it eats a bunch of lesbians, it eats a few swingers who movie it out into the yard for an orgy. It eats chicken, it eats apples, it drinks wine.

It has some Pepto Bismol then

Eats this dipshit's hands. 

Death Bed. You'll never make a movie this good so don't knock it.  Oh, oh, shit, I forgot something...

The Garwood Mansion. Where Death Bed was filmed. 

As seen from the east side of the Detroit River

Demolished in 1983 after decades of being vandalized by school children. Another forsaken place lost forever. But immortalized in the film Death Bed: The bed that eats. Anyway, love this film and its surreal feel and especially love Garwood Mansion. 

One last shot of Garwood as we say goodbye.