A killer that whistles "Greensleeves" and leaves a fake grenade on the crotches of his victims? That sounds like it come from the mind only about half-a-dozen or so Italian directors, and this time around it's Alfonso Brescia that's delivering the goods.
After we see our first victim get stabbed in a typical music video looking scene, we get to see the stroppy antics of supermodel Scarlet, who is always being nagged by her manager while she throws a tantrum and such like. At night, we get to see the life of hooker Sherry, who's clientele consists of mostly old men with very strange demands. But why do these two women have a picture of the same guy?
Meanwhile, cop David Hess is on the hunt for the fake grenade killer. Hess wanders the streets at night and generally looks out for all the hookers in the area, so it's a matter of time before Sherry and Hess cross paths, especially as one of her customers just got murdered by fake grenade guy. Sherry's pimp gets the blame, but Hess isn't too convinced. While this is all going on, Scarlet is beginning to fall in love with some cute hunky guy.
Call me stupid, but I didn't figure out that Scarlet and Sherry were the same person until about two seconds before Hess did the same thing, but why is Sherry/Scarlet so determined to look at her customer's balls? Was that Japanese guy going to give her an enema? And how hard will you laugh when you see David Hess in a sexy nightdress and a wig?
This film spends quite a bit of time concentrating on Sherry's weird customers and their quirks, as she tries to get them to strip off. Then again, you don't get much filth, and the film doesn't have much blood in it either. It looks good though, nearly as impressive as Brescia's Iron Warrior. Visuals didn't seem to be much of a priority back when Brescia was filming Mario Merola driving a blue Mercedes and crying.
Expect loads of early nineties house music too.
After we see our first victim get stabbed in a typical music video looking scene, we get to see the stroppy antics of supermodel Scarlet, who is always being nagged by her manager while she throws a tantrum and such like. At night, we get to see the life of hooker Sherry, who's clientele consists of mostly old men with very strange demands. But why do these two women have a picture of the same guy?
Meanwhile, cop David Hess is on the hunt for the fake grenade killer. Hess wanders the streets at night and generally looks out for all the hookers in the area, so it's a matter of time before Sherry and Hess cross paths, especially as one of her customers just got murdered by fake grenade guy. Sherry's pimp gets the blame, but Hess isn't too convinced. While this is all going on, Scarlet is beginning to fall in love with some cute hunky guy.
Call me stupid, but I didn't figure out that Scarlet and Sherry were the same person until about two seconds before Hess did the same thing, but why is Sherry/Scarlet so determined to look at her customer's balls? Was that Japanese guy going to give her an enema? And how hard will you laugh when you see David Hess in a sexy nightdress and a wig?
This film spends quite a bit of time concentrating on Sherry's weird customers and their quirks, as she tries to get them to strip off. Then again, you don't get much filth, and the film doesn't have much blood in it either. It looks good though, nearly as impressive as Brescia's Iron Warrior. Visuals didn't seem to be much of a priority back when Brescia was filming Mario Merola driving a blue Mercedes and crying.
Expect loads of early nineties house music too.
