This movie is so bad that it is still screening on my DVD while I type this so don't yet know the ending. Mind you, something tells me I could make a very educated guess.
Another reviewer compared it to a student film and boy is he right; in fact I swear I shot this at Brookland Tech in Weybridge on the film course in 1969.
Surely the censor should have refused it a rating at least to spare us actually spending money to watch it.
Just looked up and it's the old serrated knife against the heroine's milky white thigh - yawn. Can you just kill her pretty please Mr Badman - all she does is cycle furiously, scream and jump into rivers covered in blood; emerges cleansed of the blood and then - oh yes, even the continuity girl lost interest, becomes miraculously blood spattered again.
"This is you, this is who you are" - Oh for heaven's sake who wrote this crap? Avoid it like the plague.
