Meir Zarchi's follow-up to his solid rape/revenge shocker, I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE, features some of the ugliest actors I've ever seen in a movie. The casts of SANTA SANGRE and FREAKS looks like Baywatch extras compared to the uglies-on-a-stick in this misfire.
The cliched story involves a junkman with Arnold Horschack's good looks having an affair with an ugly scrubber. Mr. Junkyard's business partners, the homely brothers of his dog-faced wife, get p***ed off and hell breaks loose.
But hell breaking loose in this flick is about as exciting as an old man breaking wind in his incontinence pad because it's all so badly directed, written and scored.
And though I've never heard it officially, I suspect this film's shoot was canned before the climax was shot because everything just ENDS like somebody turned the stinkin' lights out.
Not even good exploitation. Pukey.
The cliched story involves a junkman with Arnold Horschack's good looks having an affair with an ugly scrubber. Mr. Junkyard's business partners, the homely brothers of his dog-faced wife, get p***ed off and hell breaks loose.
But hell breaking loose in this flick is about as exciting as an old man breaking wind in his incontinence pad because it's all so badly directed, written and scored.
And though I've never heard it officially, I suspect this film's shoot was canned before the climax was shot because everything just ENDS like somebody turned the stinkin' lights out.
Not even good exploitation. Pukey.