Having built up a perfectly respectable reputation with avant garde shorts like 'Towers Open Fire' and 'The Cut Ups', director & distributer Anthony Balch roiled up his sleeves and made a couple of gloriously trashy, alliteratively titled exploitation pieces of which this is the second.
Full of gratuitous nudity and gory deaths (including a couple of decapitations), and boasting a truly weird cast including a priapic Robin Askwith and a highly camp Dennis Price; you think you've seen it all then Michael Gough - as a disciple of Pavlov presiding over a roomful of lobotomised zombies staring vacantly into space - wearing his hair slicked back and cracking his knuckles in shiny black gloves comes on in a wheelchair. Balch obviously knew his Cocteau so the resemblance to the motorcyclists in 'Orphee' of his leather jacketed goons sipping creme de menthe through straws doubtless intentional.
Full of gratuitous nudity and gory deaths (including a couple of decapitations), and boasting a truly weird cast including a priapic Robin Askwith and a highly camp Dennis Price; you think you've seen it all then Michael Gough - as a disciple of Pavlov presiding over a roomful of lobotomised zombies staring vacantly into space - wearing his hair slicked back and cracking his knuckles in shiny black gloves comes on in a wheelchair. Balch obviously knew his Cocteau so the resemblance to the motorcyclists in 'Orphee' of his leather jacketed goons sipping creme de menthe through straws doubtless intentional.