This was the last of Herschell Gordon Lewis' gore flicks and it gets right down to business with a crude "face smash into mirror" death before pilling on even more low-grade grue, lots of stale dialogue and an intentionally dopey tone as investigator Frank Kress (who's pretty hammy playing a sarcastic jerk) tries to figure out who's slaughtering local go-go dancers in messy ways (ways that include a face smushed in, an iron to the face and even a tenderizer being taken to one's behind).

It's quite obvious here that Lewis wasn't taking himself at all serious (there's tons of jokes, some of which work okay) and like most of his films this is pretty junky but at the same time oddly watchable. In fact you could call this one of the earliest slasher flicks made.

You just gotta love the scene where one girl is fondling herself in the mirror blowing bubbles, the guy who draws faces on fruit and smashes it with his bare hands, the really bad stripping scenes, a third victim who's acting is awful but not as awful as her final death knell, when the killer cuts one girls nipples for a glass of milk and one spurts out chocolate and Henry Youngman's cameo (during which at one point Lewis throws in the "NBC" chime sound).

Not Lewis' worst and quite enjoyable for fans of trashy cinema.

Directed By: Herschell Gordon Lewis.
Written By: Alan J. Dachman.

Starring: Frank Kress, Amy Farrell, Hedda Lubin, Henry Youngman.