Breasts, blood and bad acting. Oh, and disco. Lots of it. I’m almost ready to forgive the fact that every murder here is EXACTLY the same—creepy guy lures a naked prostitute into his lair, ties her spread-eagle to some kind of leather examination table, feels her up a bit while she merely thinks he’s kinky until a knife comes out and she learns that she’s the sacrifice in an occult ritual—but the slow pace kills this one. Drives a knife right through its little low-budget heart. Recommended only for those who want to see and make up their own mind about every horror movie (I’m with you). The only interesting thing about this film is that it made the shortlist of the old UK “video nasties”.