An odd mixture of various exploitation motives. We have a bit of supernatural voodoo magic, a lot of topless Karin Schubert, quite a bit of interracial sex (and no intraracial sex!), an exotic holiday resort, etc. Really, the film is not going anywhere, has no story worth telling, and the ending comes rather abruptly and can kindly be described as 'unimaginative'.
The worst bit though are pants of voodoo god Don Powell. Sometimes he manages to get a really discerning look on his face, giving him the required supernatural aura; but then he is badly let down by these awful red panties.
