"I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo." - from Sylvia Plath's "The Bell Jar"
Sexy! Sultry! Shocking!
No Food. No Men. No Clothes.
Was the murderer a man... or man's best friend?
As London burns...
Virgins are raped . . . virgins are killed . . .
«...the wildest movie of the year!»
A Lost Grindhouse Classic!