Ron Sullivan (aka Henri Pachard) produced and directed a number of New York ruffles before making the career transition to XXX cinema. This is one of those pictures.

Scare Their Pants Off is a sexually mordant panorama of atmospheric sleaze from the word go. It keeps you guessing, quite successfully, from its opening moments, as a wormy kind of guy saves a woman from being mugged in an alleyway.

He brings the woman back to his apartment, but if the truth be told from the looks of things, the woman would have been better off in the alley. Drugged, she submits emotionally and physically to a deformed victim of a plane crash. He first appears to her wearing a cape and a Darth Vader-type mask. After soliciting her sympathy, he whips the mask off. Voila. Quasimodo.

What's going on here, one might ask? Just a couple of roommates having fun and sick kicks with their female victims.

While eating in a dinette, Victim #2 gets her lemonade spiked. Next thing she knows, she winds up having some demented maharishi hovering over her, babbling esoteric mahavishnu incantations. To add to the mix, some guy looking like a semi-nude Jon Lovitz performs a sex dance over her body. Once again, it appears that the guys are playing masquerade party.

Victim #3 takes a cab ride into hell. Drugged, she wakes up in a Nazi psychodrama as a victim of an inquisition. Presented with a number of Rube Goldberg-type torture devices, she's told to confess—what to— she's not exactly sure of. Her panties are pulled down by one of the guys now playing an SS officer, and she's given a shot of "truth serum" in her ass.

Having had their jollies, the boys send their sleeping victims off on their merry way in the backseat of a car bound on a ferry. They plan their next caper.

This film has a wily, Russ Meyeresque touch to it and is one sick, demented piece of work.

Stars Sean Laney, Jon Woods, Mary St. Feint, Claire Adams, Alou Mitsou.