What is it with many (Western) exploitation films that come up with these sleazy ideas yet fall back on tedious amateur theatre scripts and plot lines? Watching films like this has made me realise just how much I should treasure the gems within these illicit genres even more compare to all the bad ones.
"[House of Whipcord] is unapologetically grim, it makes no false pretenses or apologies for what it is, and it spits in the eye of social mores. It ... shows off solid direction on Walker's part and makes good use of a fairly clever script. Yes, the exploitative elements are all here, but there's more emphasis on angry social commentary than on whippings and exposed breasts." - Ian Jane, DVD Talk