Paul Naschy’s attempt at a black-gloved (and red pants’ed) killer giallo feels like result of a twisted game of telephone. All the cornerstones of the genre are there, but there’s something off-kilter about it all. Naschy plays a cigar chomping cop investigating a series of murders involving drug addicts and prostitutes. Before he knows it, the murders start to affect he circle of hip, pervy friends. The movie has its moments, but they are few and far between and the extremely weak plot does it no favors.