Celluloid Red!
Some of the worst cinematic dogs (er, turkeys is probably more appropriate here, if rather trite) have, it seems, the word "blood" in the title: Bloodsucking Freaks, Blood Feast,I Drink Your Blood, My Bloody Mama, My Bloody Valentine... You get the picture. In order to exploit the natural human's propensity to see his/her fellow man/woman suffer bloody highway accidents, mutilations, mishaps, and suchlike, the purveyors of such cinematic turdblossoms occasionally give a big, loud unsubtle-as-fuck "soo-eeey" to their hustling, bustling hordes of teenaged future thrill-killers and sleazoid porno-store lovin' social misfits, reprobates, and dope fiends. Or, at least they did until Western Civilization and American culture went completely south of Heaven, sometime around the same time we all got high-speed internet.