Erotic giallo. Two or three scenes save the film from total oblivion: the murder on the beach, the last murder with a shocking rather passive Farley Granger and... it's about all, I'm afraid. If, of course, one excepts the pretty naked starlets who, be they in bed or at the mortuary, are always charming. Already forgotten.
It may have been the shoddy VHS that I watched, but I was disappointed in this one. Then again, I was expecting something amazing with the "Slasher is the Sex Maniac!" title, so that's likely my fault. Still it picks up near the end and leaves with viewer with quite an internal struggle. While not condoning the final actions by a specific character, I can't say that I don't feel bad. But I feel worse for the victim.