Lucio Fulci's sexploitation cheese feels more like a Joe D'Amato or Claudio Fragasso directed flick. It's full of sleaze, hilarious moments (the opening sequence needs to be seen to be believed), questionable acting, saxophone solos, weird flashbacks, and yeah, sleaze. In the end, it becomes a strange Stockholm syndrome thriller/drama, which is essentially a demented love story. Only in Italy.