This appallingly awful hodgepodge affair is a dull, confused and meandering snorefest about Marco (insipidly played by the ultra-boring Eddy Endolf, who also misdirected this putrid mess), a drab numbskull doofus whose mother practiced black magic and worshiped an evil ape creature. When dear mom renounced her unholy faith in the foul, hairy beast, ape thing got ticked off: he brutally butchered mommy and put a curse on Marco, who has to always wear a cross with seven jewels on it or otherwise he will transform into a hokey murderous werewolf-type hirsute humanoid creature. Marco has his cross swiped, a disastrous event which leads to several gory killings, seriously stupid and cheesy solarized nightmares, a bittersweet reunion with his loving cousin Carmelita (the pretty, but colorless Anne Belle), nasty run-ins with a stolen jewelry ring, corrupt government officials, bumbling cops, and a phony whore fortune teller (this later gal Marco makes love to; he transforms into his lethal hairball alter ego in mid-coitus and tears out her throat!), and creepy visions of a kinky devil cult who are not only led by famed Italian muscleman actor Gordon Mitchell (who mostly just stands around and glowers), but also like to hold sick and twisted S&M-themed orgies in a smoky, reddish-hued dungeon basement (even ape thing participates in the wicked debauchery; he copulates with a beautiful blonde babe!).
Despite the wacky plot's largely unrealized potential for hardcore sleazy trash fright flick thrills, a few raunchy sex scenes, and the abundant violence and nudity, this hideously botched cinematic abomination sure ain't no gem. It's fatally undermined by flat direction, sluggish pacing, poor acting, shoddy make-up f/x, indifferently drawn characters, and, worst of all, an overly talky, rambling and ineptly structured script that awkwardly combines dumbfounding flashbacks and flashforwards, sloppily integrated subplots, dopey dream sequences and a horribly anti-climactic non-ending into one horrendously abysmal melange that doesn't possess the slightest trace of either cohesion or narrative drive. A real stinker.
Despite the wacky plot's largely unrealized potential for hardcore sleazy trash fright flick thrills, a few raunchy sex scenes, and the abundant violence and nudity, this hideously botched cinematic abomination sure ain't no gem. It's fatally undermined by flat direction, sluggish pacing, poor acting, shoddy make-up f/x, indifferently drawn characters, and, worst of all, an overly talky, rambling and ineptly structured script that awkwardly combines dumbfounding flashbacks and flashforwards, sloppily integrated subplots, dopey dream sequences and a horribly anti-climactic non-ending into one horrendously abysmal melange that doesn't possess the slightest trace of either cohesion or narrative drive. A real stinker.