I saw DRAGON SLAYER when I was eleven years old, in the year it was released. In the film, the king has made a bargain with a very nasty dragon. In exchange for the dragon not destroying his villages, he provides the dragon with virgins. Twice a year there is a lottery to choose a girl to be sacrificed to the dragon. But one year, the Princess learns that her name has never gone into the lottery. She sees this as a horrible wrong she must correct and replaces all the tiles with her name to guarantee that she is chosen at the next lottery.
Even when the Princess has the chance to escape her self-induced fate, she doesn’t. She descends into the cave. You don’t see her for a while, until the Slayer (PETER McNICHOL) happens upon her. And there she lays, dead (one would assume), but looking pretty decent except for a little blood…
… and there are baby dragons munching on her leg!
They’ve eaten off a fairly clean portion, and you can see the bone, and the baby dragons happily munching along like a hungry man eating a bad, fast food fried-chicken leg still attached to the chicken, ripping off more flesh as they go.
And they clean that bone.
It’s visible in the darkness of the scene; a long white shank between two hunks of meat.
And I wondered if she was dead when they started eating her. The baby dragons are hungry little buggers that look like nuclear-waste mutated MUPPETS. When SLAYER-boy McNICHOL kills them, they quiver about and are even creepier and sad because although they may be virgin-eating monsters, they’re just babies.
Since then, I’ve never been able to deal with movies where people are eaten, especially if they’re eaten alive. And if my ankles are touched or grabbed for any reason, I take serious umbrage!
Then my boyfriend learned of this trauma and thought it would be funny to bite my ankles. It was at his peril.
I found the scene in bits (at about 1:45) in a music video someone made, and it still turns my stomach.