City is awash in beautiful corpses who appear to have mutilated themselves for no apparent reason.
There's a Ddetective who can't seem to solve a crime. His nosy girlfriend. The police psychiatrist who talks mumbo-jumbo. And a very good-looking hypnotist.
Nosy girlfriend just HAS to get to the bottom of her friend's mutilation. She suspects the hypnotist. So she decides to go to his dressing room for an after-show rendezvous.
''Good gawd, that's a terrible idea," says the sensible shrink.
''Wait a minute, Phil. Maybe she should go," says Det. Boyfriend.
That's the kind of goofy plotting that separates B movies from feature fare.
The Beatnik club scene was pretty funny. Did people really go into smoky cellars to listen to a guy play bongos while some doofus spouted non-rhyming gibberish. Hard to believe the Beatnik movement was post-Elvis on Ed Sullivan. I wonder how many of those losers ended up on FBI watch lists. Or did they merely influence their younger siblings to become smelly hippies? Maybe both.
There's a Ddetective who can't seem to solve a crime. His nosy girlfriend. The police psychiatrist who talks mumbo-jumbo. And a very good-looking hypnotist.
Nosy girlfriend just HAS to get to the bottom of her friend's mutilation. She suspects the hypnotist. So she decides to go to his dressing room for an after-show rendezvous.
''Good gawd, that's a terrible idea," says the sensible shrink.
''Wait a minute, Phil. Maybe she should go," says Det. Boyfriend.
That's the kind of goofy plotting that separates B movies from feature fare.
The Beatnik club scene was pretty funny. Did people really go into smoky cellars to listen to a guy play bongos while some doofus spouted non-rhyming gibberish. Hard to believe the Beatnik movement was post-Elvis on Ed Sullivan. I wonder how many of those losers ended up on FBI watch lists. Or did they merely influence their younger siblings to become smelly hippies? Maybe both.