here one of the more pleasingly scuzzy 70 blaxploitation grindhouse item while it a pervasively low rent pimp opus which come across like a sleazy version of the mack . john daniel and the studly womanize hairdresser hero mr. jonathan in the immortal black shampoo and give an excellent steely portrayal of the baron and a ruthless and business savvy and forever on the make all powerful flesh peddler who much to the dismay of his bitter and brutal italian rival reign supreme over the sunset strip . when not lock horn with his fellow no count criminal pal or do his best to avoid be bust by the local vice cop and daniel be lead a sweetly average existence a your standard garden variety suburbanite dude ( complete with care wife and loving kid . ) in some typically humdrum california small town . the glaringly absurd premise alone promise top rate trashy greatness of a decidedly grade b schlock picture variety ( george theakos deserve kudos for his hilariously ludicrous script ) . matt cimber commendably tactless and tasteless direction deliver the junky good by the slimy bucketful and thus make this film a hugely enjoyable serving of celluloid grime . among the assorted squalid delight to be savor herein be plentiful gratuitous female nudity and coarse dialogue and beautifully gaudy me decade thread ( halter top and felt hat and sparkle day glo jewelry and loud seersucker suit ) and an intensely funky r and b score by smoke and some hopelessly pathetic acting ( the little old lady who live next door to daniel be excruciatingly shrill ) and a memorably nasty turn by patrick wright a a sadistic goon and a couple of cool action set piece ( the climactic slow motion barroom massacre seriously cook ) and more lurid travelogue footage of the sunset strip than you can shake a feather boa at ( say footage allegedly include the actual hooker and blade of the sunset strip in hollywood ) and effectively darkn wouldingy cinematography by ken gibb and a few sicko sexual fetish tableau and some raw explicit violence ( a prostitute have one of her breast cut off . ) and and amuse support performance by familiar schlock feature perennial richard kennedy and george buck flower a a pair of racist and corrupt and browbeat police detective . sure and this movie ain not art and but it certainly artless enough to qualify a a deliciously grungy chunk of entertainingly sordid cinematic swill .