The Curse Of Her Flesh - 1968 - 4/10
One might have assumed Jennings was dead after the orgy of killing that was The Touch Of Her Flesh (1967).
Not so. He even manages the ole sweat house club.
Which means the same buxom dancers, cheesecake figures, fake eyelashes packed with mascara.
Jennings asks them out, creeps them out, snuffs them out.
Unusual accessories for a romantic evening? Large gourd and a speargun, anyone?
He has a plan, however, as he waits for his wife’s seducer, Steve.
Something along the lines of a plot helps this, and final act provides action and extra weirdness.