Bombs explode. This one just fizzles out. Unlike the following year's disaster "Maniac" (by the same creator), this doesn't even warrant its reputation as an exploitation film. It is simply just boring, uninvolved and preachy. The first five minutes seem to be nothing but title after title of written narration, and if I was in the theater watching it, I'd probably either walk out or go get snacks, a more interesting adventure than what happens in the film short running time. I really could care less about the plight of doctor Harry Cording who dissolves into drug addiction, leading to ultra despair after a series of ridiculous events, and a predictable and unremarkable conclusion.
The only attempt at some sort of shock is to show cordings visions of snakes and iguanas as he seems to dissolve into a world of narcotic addiction. The party scene is ridiculously stupid with vapid females showing off their lingeries and getting into seductive poses, one even getting into a bed. there is no real theme or point of view, because the film is so badly structured and edited that to try to figure out what was going on in the directors and writers minds simply becomes a complete waste of time. I don't rank this as tacky. I just ranked it as an instantly forgettable bore.
The only attempt at some sort of shock is to show cordings visions of snakes and iguanas as he seems to dissolve into a world of narcotic addiction. The party scene is ridiculously stupid with vapid females showing off their lingeries and getting into seductive poses, one even getting into a bed. there is no real theme or point of view, because the film is so badly structured and edited that to try to figure out what was going on in the directors and writers minds simply becomes a complete waste of time. I don't rank this as tacky. I just ranked it as an instantly forgettable bore.