The Kiss of Her Flesh

This was the final of three sickie films from director Michael Findlay and his wife, Roberta Findlay. It has to be seen to be believed, and is easily the most gratuitous in every respect - the sex, the violence, you name it. I feel sort of guilty giving it three stars, but this is as good as these things get when that offbeat mood strikes for softcore sleaze and homegrown horror.

Findlay portrays misogynistic madman Richard Dennings who still hates women two years after he caught his wife messing around with another guy. He continues his mayhem of torturing and killing every girl on the planet after getting them nude. Among his many devices include electrocution, lobster claws (!) and even some of his own tainted man juice (!!) This film is totally deranged.

Also featured are two sisters who are - err, - more than a little glad to be reunited after so many years, and a little more of a plot this time, as leading lady Uta Erickson (who quite often can't seem to stop laughing) becomes a heroine determined to stop the murdering lunatic once and for all. Adding much to the sinful proceedings are a lot of outdoor shots of upstate New York on a snowy winter. *** out of ****