In 1984, while Ronald Reagan told America “Morning in America” and Phil Collins crooned about broken hearts, something festering and impossible was shot on 16mm film in a derelict London slaughterhouse. That something is Blood Junkies & The Neon Grave , a 47-minute fever dream that wasn’t just banned—it was unthinkable . Even by the standards of the “video nasty” panic, this film would have caused spontaneous combustion in Mary Whitehouse’s brain.