This is mid-60s softcore, written (and, if the stories are true, largely directed) by the father of movie gore, Herschell Gordon Lewis. A guy falls off a ladder and suddenly finds himself with psychic powers. After that the movie gets talkier than C-SPAN and it’s hard to tell what’s going on, but it seems the guy alienates his family while going off and becoming famous off of his new super powers. Along the way, we’re treated to random scenes of the psychic screwing a woman while her bikini-clad sister sits in the same bed obliviously sucking on a lollipop.
Other than that, the most memorable part of the movie is the talk show scene (a Johnny Carson take-off) where the psychic humiliates a young actress by revealing her college lesbian experience on television. And of course we see the girl-on-girl scene in what I suppose is a psychic flashback.
Ultra low-budget, it feels like most of the movie was shot in two rooms of someone’s house and the three people in the crew would just rearrange the furniture for the different settings. In other words, this makes Edward D. Wood look like Cecil B. Demille. I kinda like that, though. Not that I can recommend this movie to anyone.