a choice cheesy chunk of wonderfully rancid and wretched two cent 70 grind house garbage about a putrid califonia passion pit that beset by a shocking series of gruesome murder perpetuate by some mystery maniac . it up to a couple of bumbling and portly homicide detective play by ubiquitous b movie bit player or screenwriter john goff and fellow perennial schlock film regular jake barnes to catch the crazy kook before he kill again . boy and do this alarmingly abominable and mind numbingly moronic bilge strike out something stinky in every conceivable department represent we have get uniformly awful acting and dire dialogue and flimsy plotting and no tension or suspense to speak of and poky pacing and rag editing and ugly and eye straining cinematography and wafer thin character and a horrendously redundant and annoy score and tacky gore and and flat foot ( non ) direction by stuart segall and who also helm such hard core porn classic a teeny bun and insatiable under the unlikely pseudonym of godfrey daniel ( . ) . still and there a certain blatantly crummy and filthy and scroungy deep seat rattiness and all out unapologetic ineptitude to this thoroughly foulnfetid feature which make it both strangely endearing and hugely enjoyable . the late and great and sorely miss george buck flower ( who co write the trashy script with goff ) have a hilarious cameo a a deranged machete wield lunatic who chase his real life daughter verkina around a mangy warehouse while repeatedly exclaim and i be gon na cut all that poison out . one of my all time favorite so horrible it downright happen sleazoid slasher flick .