Starting a movie with a half naked woman being dragged off to be buried by the local homicidal maniac always works for me.  But, evidently, as the plot unfolds, her combination of looks, charms and brains just doesn't cut it with the maniac's mother.  And that only leaves one recourse.

John R. Johnston, doing a stand-up psycho bit, thinks he's found the right girl this time in Monica Marco. But she's got other ideas about this mismatch and tries to escape.

The acting is pretty much what you've come to expect of the bloody axe genre.  Maybe it needs for a little more suspense, although the haunting soundtrack helps make up for some deficiencies.  Where it shines is the nubile young bodies that populate this feature.  The various victims all seem to live together (cuts down on travel time for slaughter) and love to be interrogated by police in teddys and negligees (the girls, not the police).  And did I mention those cuddly, nude shower sequences?

The faces are pretty, the lingerie sexy and the pre-dismembered bodies oh so heavenly. Was there a plot?  Oh yeah... The psycho axe murderer. Fill in the blanks.