From the director of Lord of the G-Strings comes — wait, that’s not quite fair. Terry West‘s first film, Blood for the Muse, showed his inky promise as a Euro-enthused horrormeister, but in the years since, he’s made us T&A-hee with sapphic spoofs.
Recently, he returned to the crypt in grand, visually arresting fashion with this macabre spook-house tale. Although Mr. West’s no fool, as he’s wisely populated the nightmarish premises with the randy, yet R-A-V-E-N-O-U-S spectres of high-dollar, piranha-chopper’d harlots (including CineSchlocker fave Ruby LaRocca in a career-high performance) and a buffet of parapsychologists as the prescribed flesh for said beasts.
However, one wonders just how qualified these ghostbusters are when their first order of snoopage is to SPLIT UP!!! Mr. West earns that conceit with his often mesmerizing, gallo-esque use of shadow and personal by-the-gallon zest for bloodsports.
Sinister show-stealer Clark Beasley Jr. being a firsthand witness to the latter. By the way, that sultry silhouette in the shower is impending B-phenom Isadora Edison who’s won the lead as Laura in Joe Sarno‘s triumphant return.