Enjoyably inept rubbish that tries to be a haunted house story, a quasi-slasher and an erotic thriller and turns out to be none of the above. It is difficult to discern what the plot was but it appeared to have something to do with a haunted mansion that lowered sexual inhibitions but unleashes homicidal urges. David I. Frazer's story and direction and are fatally flawed, with the story incoherent and the direction laughable. From basic continuity errors to sub-par image quality the whole thing is totally technically inept. The acting is z-grade throughout, but there is plenty of nudity, sudden outbreaks of soft focus sexual activity and the occasional splash of gore to keep you mildly interested. Despite its many, many inadequacies there was still something stupidly charming about the overall ineptness of the film and there was something appealing about the slow motion car-crash feel of the whole thing. ( )