Inspired by an infamous headline from the salad days of Rupert Murdoch's New York Post
, this low-budget contrivance concerns a vengeful ex-con (Raymond J. Barry) who takes hostages in a strip club and subjects them to all manner of humiliation
and ritual abuse. (Are we the only ones who remember WHEN YOU COMIN' BACK, RED RYDER?) We're meant to understand the film as a hardhitting psychodrama -- one by one, the customers break down to reveal the Dark Secrets that dominate their tawdry lives -- but it plays like a singularly elaborate
excuse to put Jennifer McDonald's breasts on display for nearly all of the 110-minute running time. James Bruce's mannered, por...