Poor Albert. He hates his mother. He got locked up in a mental hospital. But he escaped that place. Those orderlies are so dumb and blood pours out of their slashed throats so nice. Now he’s out on the streets again and on the hunt for mom. Instead, he finds her housekeeper. She’ll do. Poor Albert threatens her at knifepoint and gets her to take off her clothes and dance around. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, Poor Albert’s kind of a creep and he gets even creepier when he takes up with the housekeeper’s pre-adolescent daughter and frolics about the city with her, assuming a kind of friend-cum-father-figure-cum-pedophile role to the little lass.
Shoestring budget horror film, light on the gore, light on the acting, heavy on the bad 70s music and yucky vibes. It doesn’t live up to the title, but it’s a decent flick for when the hour is late and the judgement is impaired.