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A direct sequel to The Touch
of her Flesh: Richard Jennings (Michael Findlay), womanhater and
wifekiller of the earlier film, is still on the loose, and now he has
opened a theatre under an assumed name - a theatre for adults that is,
with S/M-shows and the like. Soon enough, the female performers of his
theatre start dying like flies, in various ways, and Jennings even stoops
to new lows when he tells one of his strippers (Linda Boyce) to dildo
another woman - but the dildo unfortunately turns out to be a knife ...
extra-big ouch. Jennings' identity is found out when he kills two of his
performers by poisoning their panties - but by that time, he has long
skipped town. Cut to Steve (Ron Skideri) and his wife Paula (Eve Bork),
who are on the run from Jennings. You see, all the murders in Jennings'
theatre had something to do with Steve, because Steve has had sex with
Jennings' wife, which unhinged Jennings in the first place. After having
hidden out in cheap motel rooms for half a year though, Steve and Paula
think they are safe - when they receive a film projector with a roll of
film and a harpoon. The film shows a woman looking remarkably like Paula
doing porn ... which of course cannot be Paula because she was still a
virgin in their wedding night. Then though the woman looking like Paula
goes to a doctor who sews her pussy shut again ... Steve picks up the
harpoon and harpoons Paula, then Jennings pops up out of nowhere, and the
two fight it out to the death - with Jennings remaining victorious. The
Touch of her Flesh from the year before certainly had its charms,
it was aesthetically interesting and knew how to use its shortcomings to
its advantage. The Curse of her Flesh is certainly more
accomplished on a technical level - but for that reason also less
interesting - it's really little more than your typical sex-and-violence
show with ideas (like the poisoned panties) more stupid than inspired, all
carried by a narrative structure that quite simply lacks buildup. That
said, fans of retro-erotica like myself will still find this a somewhat
enjoyable sleaze-show - but Michael Findlay quite simply could do (and
already had done at that date) better.
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