Rino Di Silvesto's outrageously trashy and nonsensical nudity-ridden soft-core horror sleaze sensation stars gorgeous, voluptuous, stupendously buxom blonde hottie supreme Annik Borel as Daniella, a severely troubled young lass whose intense sexual repression causes her to believe that she's the reincarnation of a century-old lady lycanthrope who was burned at the stake. Daniella masturbates, dances naked at midnight under the moonlight, spies on her sister (the equally luscious Dagmar Lassander) while she's making love to her husband, tears out hubby's throat with her teeth, and winds up in a mental institution. While in the nuthouse Daniella befriends the resident lesbian nymphomaniac, kills the crazy slut, and escapes. Things perk up when Daniella meets and falls in love with a nice guy stuntman, only to have the decent dude brutally offed by a bunch of vicious thugs. Daniella tracks down the foul creeps and slaughters the whole scummy lot of 'em before being arrested by the police. Meanwhile a horribly redundant synthesizer score whines away on the soundtrack, the cinematographer indulges in queasy zoom-ins and Jess Francoesque super close-ups of people's eyes, and Borel disrobes with such alarming (and greatly appreciated) frequency that you wonder why the producers of this supremely scroungy schlock even bothered to provide her with a wardrobe. Di Silvesto fails completely to relate a coherent story with even a modicum of finesse or competence, but delivers such a teeming surplus of grotty gore and seamy sex that the virtually nonexistent plot really doesn't matter. Better still, the makers of this succulently scuzzy swill claim that it's based on a true story! All in all, it's pretty sleazy and laughably preposterous, thus meaning that it's loads of stand-out up-front and unapologetically low-grade Euroslime exploitation fun as well.

Sleaze and filth from the 70s. A lot of nudity and quite a lot of violence can be expected too (blood is as fake red as it was used back then, so don't blame the movie for something everyone was doing). The past comes back to haunt the future ... well the then future which is now also the past (because 70s).

We get to see our lead woman being not taken seriously, being taken advantage of and also being abused in a way that will make you sick. Now there is some retribution of sorts - if that is something that makes this justifiable for you. Don't worry if it doesn't - you are human if you feel sick and tired of this.

A woman has dreams that she is a werewolf, so she goes out and finds men. She proceeds to have sex with them and then rip their throats out with her teeth. She eventually falls in love but then she is raped and her lover is murdered so she goes out for revenge.

It should come as no surprise that Quentin Tarantino was a champion of this film, allegedly even screening it at a film festival before he had even watched it. That is pretty bizarre. But it has all the marks of the Italian exploitation film he seems to appreciate.

Raro Video picked this one out and made it look pretty darn good for a movie few had probably heard of. They seem to focus more on Italian realism ("Adua and Her Friends") than Italian horror, but anyone who is willing to put out a special edition of such a strange film is cool by me.