Who destroyed Richard Jennings' (Michael Findlay) life? Was it his wife Claudia (Angelique Pettyjohn)? Or Steve (Ron Scardera), the lover she cheated on her husband with? Does it even matter to Richard any more? After all, he's returned from the dead, like a demented 42nd Street grindhouse Jason Vorhees, How do you get over being stabbed in the heart? Well, maybe when your heart has been broken, you just go on.

After watching credits quite literally written on a bathroom wall and hear Roberta Findlay's voice on the radio, recounting everything from the first movie, but never explaining how Richard came to own an art theater that presents live sex on stage and screens movies like Squash Crazy that is, to borrow a phrase from Pieces, exactly what you think it is.

He's also become a degenerate Dr. Phibes, inventing all manner of weapons to kill his those on his perceived enemies list, like a dildo that kills and poisoned g strings. Richard also doesn't need the eyepatch, in the same way that Dr. Doom really doesn't need his mask, if we follow the ideas of Kirby over Lee . It appears and reappears at will, whether that's a statement or just Findlay not caring about continuity when he has so much female flesh to show and a machete fight in a moving truck that ends with a castration to entertain you.

As if this is a proto-MCU movie, this even teases more over the end credits: "Will This End the Bloody Career of Richard Jennings? Has His Lust for the Blood of Naked Girls Been Satisfied?? Don't Fail to See The Kiss of Her Flesh Coming Soon to This Theatre."

As "The Right Kind" by The Jaybirds keeps playing on the soundtrack, this only gets more depraved. I know that fans of this movie like me romanticize the terrifying real life nature of what New York City was at this time, but who cares? It gave birth to this movie, in which a nude woman holds a cat over her sex and Richard hits her with this pillow talk: "Yes, this little pussy is really a primordial, carnivorous beast waiting to tear apart anything it can touch."

Deranged weapons expert Richard Jennings (director/co-writer Michael Findlay in peak slimy and sadistic form) goes after his wife Claudia's low-rent lover Steve (a nicely smarmy portrayal by Ron Skideri) as well as various people connected to the guy. This time the unbeatable sleaze cinema twosome of Michael and Roberta Findlay do a masterful job of crafting and sustaining an uncompromisingly dark and seamy mood that positively seethes with depravity and perversion: We've got busty babes bumping and grinding for all it's worth, an incredible S&M-themed stage show, abundant tasty nude distaff skin, scorching lesbianism, delirious moments of twisted ingenuity (Jennings kills folks with such things as a deadly cat's paw and a poisoned G-string!), racy dialogue rife with bawdy innuendo and double entendres, and, most amazingly, a warped stag movie involving sex with a squash (!). Naturally, there's also a bevy of smoking hot gals baring their wares throughout, with voluptuous knockout Linda Boyce as uninhibited stripper Stella and slinky number Eve Bork as duplicitous minx Paula rating as the definite stand-outs in this particular area. Roberta Findlay's stark black and white cinematography provides a perfectly seedy noirish look. A scuzzy treat.