In Hot Blood

I think this will be it for the exploration to see what played in Times Square grindhouse in the sixties.

This is perfect grindhouse fare. The drug-induced orgies that are part and parcel of the photographers and models who seek pleasure in whatever form. It's all her for those who enjoy boobies and asses and fruit fetishism (Oh! what that girl did with a banana!) and a little S&M thrown in for the folks that get off on that.

All comes to a crashing end as one model turns on two others with a meat cleaver. Did she pick that up at the store on the way or does she carry it around in her purse?

No dialog, except for the narrator; this was just pure bodies in motion for your enjoyment.