Synopsis by Robert Firsching
This entertaining South African sleaze-fest was originally marketed as a sexpo picture by SHB and Distribpix in 1968 (under the title Any Body, Any Way), then retitled and sold as an R-rated horror film by Boxoffice International in the 1970s. "Two young swingers turning a fun-filled weekend into a nightmare of unspeakable horrors," the ads promised. The two women in question attend a party in a barn, where they meet Mr. Bradley, an odd middle-aged man with a British accent. He saves one of them, Ann, from an attempted rape in a hayloft, so she introduces him to her friend, Terry. After chatting a while, he leaves and (unbeknownst to them) drains the gas from their car. Finding their gas tank empty, Ann and Terry walk until they come to Bradley's isolated house, where he lives with his Mrs. Danvers-like sister, Myla, and a goonish servant named Freddy. It turns out that Bradley is actually a sicko mortician, trying to create the perfect mate. His experiments involve tying the girls naked to a bed, smearing them with suntan oil, and raping them. Sometimes Myla gets to whip them, too. If they try to escape, the girls end up dead, stuffed like museum exhibits in the cellar. The cellar? Yes, "THE CELLAR! A palace of passion or a pit of perversion? It depends on your point of view!"
Frankenstein, help, road, sexual, transformation