With trilling organ music, low-budget French-Spaniard production values, a few topless women and storytelling that stumbles like a drunk in a 3 AM alley, great trash merchant Jesus Franco pickpockets the exact same story as the 1960 French horror film, Eyes Without a Face. Another mad doctor is out killing pretty young things so he can slice off their faces for grafting onto his disfigured daughter and it doesn’t end nicely. Franco’s brazen cinematic theft goes off with some hitches. His work is disheveled and rushed, but he got the job done. It’s a Euro-horror cult classic, dreamily nonsensical, and the start of Franco’s long, busy career as a pusher of likable sleaze.