White supremacy gets the documentary treatment with "Blood in the Face," the title referring to the red flush that comes to Caucasian skin through blushing or when the face is slapped.

The title is apt for another reason; it sounds like a horror movie. And make no mistake - this is definitely a horror movie."Blood in the Face" is composed of cinema verite interviews with members of various white supremacist groups, ranging from the American Nazi Party to the Ku Klux Klan to the Aryan Nations.

There is also a fairly extensive history of George Lincoln Rockwell, the founder of the American Nazi Party in the 1950s. His worshipping of Adolf Hitler is shown to be fervently upheld today by current leaders of the party and his zeal is paralleled with David Duke, the Louisiana politician who is probably the most visible and outspoken racist of the moment.

The film is built around a gathering at the home of "Pastor" Bob Miles, a Michigan farmer. In the opening moments we see display tables in his yard and the smiling faces of those milling about - it looks like your average yard sale on a Saturday morning.

Everyone there seems quite normal at first. Then we begin to notice the swastika armbands as people in the group talk to the camera. They speak of love - love of "pure whites." But their rhetoric is based on hate - hate of everyone they perceive to be different, or as they refer to them, "subhuman types" or "foreigners."

The fact that we all have our roots in this country as "foreigners" never seems to occur to them.

Some of the images here are laughable in their lunacy, ranging from the military attitudes some of these people strain to achieve, to the assertion that there are Viet Cong operating in the wilds of British Columbia, North Koreans in Baja, Calif., and Soviet troops in Mexico.

While some of this may prompt nervous laughter in the audience, no one is likely to take any of this lightly.

But there is no question that the cavalier attitude of those interviewed and the pride with which they state their positions is frightening.

The clincher comes at the end, however.

While rational moviegoers will naturally be outraged by most of this, one on-camera spokesman implies that the film's subjects are allowing themselves to be exploited here because they know they will be able to reach at least some of the audience.

"Blood in the Face" is not rated but would probably carry an R for profanity and violence.