From the hipster title, you'd think Kill, Baby...Kill! was about beatniks and bloodshed. In fact, this bit of nineteenth-century bedlam is a grandiloquent ghost story about a village possessed by its own ignorance. Dr. Eswe, a coroner, arrives in a foreboding Transylvanian hamlet to perform an autopsy. He is met with suspicion by the village's blighted inhabitants. What Eswe soon discovers is that they have been terrorized by the spectral presence of a young girl, dead some twenty years, but now returned from beyond to wreak vengeance. The ominous giggles of the ghostly gal paralyze all those around her, just as the tendrils of crimson fog strangle the town. In Bava's dread-full setting, the coroner's scientific certainty proves futile before the greater evil. Kill, Baby...Kill! throws appearance and reality into the same cauldron. The bubbling by-product is 100% apparition.