This extraordinarily tawdry sleaze-fest of Southern Gothic melodrama emerged from the disturbed mind of exploitation legend (and circus freak) K. Gordon Murray, working alongside Cuban director Joseph G. Prieto. So much about this film that is just plain wrong it’s hard to know where to start…

This jaw-dropping non-documentary by sleaze sultan Joseph P. Mawra pulls out all the stops to paint a picture of the “plight” of the lesbian, circa 1965. Of course, it’s just a grindhouse picture for the raincoat crowd–but it’s also an amazing “accidental documentary” of mid-60s Greenwich Village.

Having been run out of New York City’s Chinatown, brothel owner Madame Olga moves her ring of call girls and gangsters to a deserted ore mine. She expands her criminal enterprise by adding jewel smuggling to her repertoire of sins, and exacts gruesome revenge on the traitors who defy her.

From the prolific (and mysterious) exploitation director Joseph P. Mawra comes this noir-lit and furious grindhouse affair about a racist police force. Based on a true story, much of the material boldly confronts American race relations even as its underscored by a low-budget, sleazy aesthetic.