This is just nasty. Micky Hargity plays a psychologist who is helping the police investigate a spate of killings of young woman, only they don't know that he is the killer! We first get to see Hargity endear himself to us by bludgeoning a young woman to death under a waterfall. Which quickly sets the tone for this nasty film. This is after he failed to rape her, mind.
Hargity is a killer, sure, but what do his closest kin think? His wife is sexually frustrated and regularly imagines bizarre lesbo/sado-mach trysts between herself and her hubby, but then Hargity's maid gets all hot about it all and starts feeling herself up (including some shoulder licking for some reason!). There's also someone that gets so worked up they start killing folk, which alarms Hargity as he's also a killer, like.
It was hard enough to keep track of things without the aid of coherent subtitles, but then again the general tone of the film isn't hard to grasp either. This is a giallo with some very nasty deaths thrown in.
You know what: I'm beginning to think that folks watching these films might think they are, just a little bit, sexist. Just a wee bit.
Hargity is a killer, sure, but what do his closest kin think? His wife is sexually frustrated and regularly imagines bizarre lesbo/sado-mach trysts between herself and her hubby, but then Hargity's maid gets all hot about it all and starts feeling herself up (including some shoulder licking for some reason!). There's also someone that gets so worked up they start killing folk, which alarms Hargity as he's also a killer, like.
It was hard enough to keep track of things without the aid of coherent subtitles, but then again the general tone of the film isn't hard to grasp either. This is a giallo with some very nasty deaths thrown in.
You know what: I'm beginning to think that folks watching these films might think they are, just a little bit, sexist. Just a wee bit.