Director Joseph Green tarts the film up with an amazing array of bikini parades and lingerie-clad catfights, and grinds away at the atmosphere with a seediness that becomes rather entertaining. In one amazing scene, Herb Evers sits perversely caressing the grotesque scar on a girl’s face in an attempt to convince her to come back to his lab for a ‘beauty treatment’. Virginia Leith delivers a hilarious and wonderfully overwrought series of maniacal rantings in a performance given almost entirely with her head sitting in a tray. The pseudo-scientific babble is played with such a conviction in itself that one almost ends up believing it too. The emergence of the thing in the closet lives up to its grotesque promise and, in a display of gore that was quite sensational for the time, rips the arm off deformed lab assistant Leslie Daniel. There’s a wonderfully breathy sax score that adds a good deal of atmosphere to the proceedings.