An average Jack Hill horror film from the 60's saved by some very nice black and white cinematography. Seems months longer than a 62-minute runtime. A group of beatniks sit around blah-blah-blahing tediously about art. Murders happen. If wide-brimmed hats, bad death portraits and cheesy incisors frighten you, don't watch. I'd spoil the abrupt ending for you, but I'm mystified by what occurred. Your guess is as good as mine. Avoid, but if you can't stop yourself, it's on Netflix Instant Streaming.
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