Pierfancesco Campanella (who also wrote the film) stars as a university psych grad student working on his doctorate. He embarks on some radical research by shooting up, and the next thing we know, he’s killing his mother by depriving her of drugs, poking a baby with a needle, and generally behaving rather badly. He winds up at a rich man’s residence, hooks up with his spoiled daughter, and the two embark on a picaresque journey of debauchery and murder.
Warning: spoilers ahead (but trust me, the film isn’t really interesting enough for you to care). At any rate, two thirds of the way through the film, it transpires that everything we’ve been seeing is a drug-induced hallucination, and we return to Campanella’s ordinary life, one filled with disappointments and petty humiliations. Where will this lead? Exactly where you think it will. So the first two thirds of the film are too episodic and nonsensical to be engaging, and the last is too predictable. And though the most trivia-oriented of Italo-trash fans will find some interest in the past and future credits of some of the cast, that’s hardly a recommendation. At best fitfully amusing, this is, for the most part, a film that gives transgression a bad name, and is a reminder that the European exploitation scene but out its share of dull efforts in the 80s.
