This very low-budget but well-shot and -scored (with mixed jazz and psych-rock instrumentals) nudie offers what the genre usually did at the time: Provide a lot of bodacious women excuses to take their shirts off and writhe in various forms of non-explicit ecstasy. It's also true to the norm in having almost no synch dialogue at all, just the protagonist (a writer on his honeymoon) narrating the goings-on. He and his wife move in next door to a mysterious lady who invites them to "meet the neighbors" at a climactic party that naturally turns out to be ritualistic orgy meeting for her coven.
We get topless exotic dancing (exotic as in quasi-Middle/Far Eastern, not the twirling-tassles type), and that kind of softcore lovemaking in which the players get nearly-naked and act almost as if they were actually having sex, though not close enough to risk police raiding the theater. The women are duly attractive and top-heavy (no doubt with some silicone help). There's male semi-nudity too, particularly by the hero, who is in good shape for the era but is really, really hairy. (I.e. Not just his chest, but his back and shoulders.)
The pace is soporific, but then suspense is hardly the point--the "horror" elements are just a novel pretext here for the usual hubba-hubba stuff. So, an above-average adult movie of the period for its decent photography and soundtrack, but if you're watching this because it's "horror," be warned it is like watching paint dry. Sexy paint, that is. If you like this sort of thing, it's a pretty good one...which is to say it's fun in a sorta dullish-yet-pleasantly-campy way.
