An (almost ?) complete (i.e. 47:52 long) version of this once long lost flick has been discovered and is finally available from the fine folks at SWV. This review is of that version.
WOW!..I'm almost left speechless. How can I possibly describe this just as bizarre as obscure flick? Think of it as a rather intoxicating cocktail that's part Blood Feast part Orgy of the Dead (unfortunately sans nudity) with ten gallons of blood and a big pile of dime-store gore...mixed together in a coconut shell with a sharpened stick by six sadistic bikini clad blood thirsty nymphomaniacs. Yep, it's that surreal.
It opens with a rocket launch..sort of. What we see is an oscilloscope, open reel tape deck, and the console of an AM radio station while the sound of the control tower is heard. This just may be the lowest budget rocket launch sequence in the history of film (the launch in Nathan Shiff's super-8 home movie "Weasels Rip My Flesh" is more elaborate). Mmmm...delightfully cheezy. The rocket ship crash lands into the sea and the Astronaut (Fred Rogers, yes really.) washes ashore. He lands on what appears to be a pre-destroyed 1963 (or so) Florida beach..before the condos ruined the scenery. There he is met by six scantly clad women..sadistic women who make him their love and labor slave. Lotsa pool frolicking, and hitting Mr. Rogers with a stick ensues.
What will happen when he can no longer satisfy their wants and needs? You could ask the last guy, but his head's on a stick. It got up there via a gruesomely detailed flashback sequence.
Will Fred meet the same fate? See this wonderful early '60s Floridian exploitation classick and find out for yer self.
Oh..and..did I mention that this flick was directed and produced by the then owner of the Tunderbird Drive-In in Ft. Lauderdale (Richard Flink)? The Tunderbird is not only still going, but it's the biggest drive-in on Earth with 13 screens, rides, and even a circus!
8/10 on the Drive-In-Freak-O-Meter....that's good stuff.
