L. A. police detective Roger Sutter (Jason 'Flesh Gordon' Williams) is on the case of the Vampire Killer, who drains his victims of blood; when not sleuthing, Sutter is trying to woo his aspiring concert pianist neighbour Jenny Carleton (Lesley Milne). Business and pleasure collide for Roger when Jenny visits balding psychoanalyst/hypnotherapist Victor Radikoff (Gustav Vintas), who claims that he can use his powers to help struggling artists to achieve amazing results: the mysterious doctor is, of course, the vampire killer, and he plans to make Jenny his 'bride'.
The plot for this one is fairly unremarkable, and the execution is routine; matters play out in a predictable manner, but the film is reasonably entertaining nonetheless thanks to some wonderfully dated elements and a degree of '80s cheeze. Clearly aware that the story and acting alone will not sell his film, director Gregory McClatchy sees fit to include a healthy dose of nudity, with almost every female character getting their kit off (the sex scene between Sutter and his horny colleague Lt. Lucia Giannini being one of the most gratuitous I can think of). We also get some effective moments of violence, including a shoot out with some street thugs, the brutal murder of a cop, and assorted slashing with the big blade that Victor keeps up his sleeve.
Adding to the fun are Victor's acolyte Raoul (Shendt), who sports a world-class mullet that reaches down to his ass, a couple of hilariously awful dance routines, Jonny Solomon as desperately unfunny stand up comic Lee Keller, and the entertaining ending in which Victor uses his hypnotism to make two cops turn their guns on each other.
