“Napoleon, I’m afraid we have a problem!”
A curious co-ed (Gretchen Wells) investigates a case involving a demented older woman (Elizabeth Davis) with a stuffed pet cougar who enlists the help of her mentally retarded grown son (Chris Martell) in scalping beautiful young women to turn their hair into wigs.
The ineptitude of this Z-grade exploitation film by goremeister Herschell Gordon Lewis is as profound as one would expect: terrible acting, tediously gratuitous splatter sequences, and the inexplicable inclusion of snippets from an even MORE inept drive-in movie involving attempted romance over burnt potato chips and beer. The opening “flashback” sequence of talking wigs on styrofoam heads — apparently added to pad the running time — is just surreal enough to hold one’s strained attention, in a slack-jawed fashion. Sadly, Peary lists no less than six films by Lewis in his GFTFF, when viewing one or possibly two — Blood Feast (1963) and/or 2000 Maniacs (1964) — would be more than enough for even the most curious and inclusive film fanatic.
Redeeming Qualities and Moments:
- Complete ineptitude and/or surreality across the board
Most definitely not. If this kind of thing appeals to you, you know who you are.