Also see H.G. Lewis Goreography
One of the sickest, sleaziest movies it has been my pleasure to witness. Abraham Gentry (Frank Kress) is a smirky, gentleman P.I. — sort of a cross between neatnik Felix Unger (of The Odd Couple) and Dr. Sidney Freedman (of "M*A*S*H"). Gentry is hired to uncover the murderer and mutilator of a gorgeous go-go dancer. But no sooner than he’s on the case, another stripper falls victim, then another … and topless joint owner Marzdone Mobilie (comedy legend Henny Youngman) is none too pleased. Gentry, with eternally randy reporter Nancy Weston (Amy Farrell), begin to zero in on the killer. Yet not before one of the dancers gets her face IRONED and receives an involuntary boob job with a pair of scissors, well, sorta. True to form, H.G. Lewis‘s gore sequences are remarkably gruesome, but tempered by his darker-than-dark sense of humor. You’ll recoil in disgust and titter with laughter all in the same breath. Kress is particularly enjoyable as the wonderfully obnoxious sleuth. He’s perpetually condescending, while tracking the lunatic who has left behind a bloody trail of slaughtered strippers.
Notables: 11 breasts. Six corpses. Nipples roll. Lactation. Multiple eyeball squishing. Produce abuse. High-speed bartending. Angry feminists. Butt-steak tenderization. French-fried stripper.
Quotables: Gentry phones the police after discovering a mutilated dancer, "A friend of mine stepped into some trouble and seems to have lost face." The card shown at the end reads, "We announce with pride: This movie is over!"
Time codes: The bubble-gum murder (14:30). Do we really need to get THIS close? (22:10). The most civilized riot ever caught on tape (32:56). So, THAT’s where chocolate milk comes from (49:25).