
Here’s another oddball surprise: an obscure shot-in-Manhattan horror/sex film, heavy on both atmosphere and skin, by the late one-man-sex-film-factory CHUCK VINCENT (While the Cat’s Away) under one of his oft-used pseudonyms. Even more surprising: it’s pretty damn good.
Pretty Anna Reed is happily shopping in the Big Apple one day when she stops at a phone booth to make a call. Suddenly, she hears heavy breathing. Loud heavy breathing. And not coming from the phone but from...well...everywhere at once. All of the other sounds of the city suddenly disappear — as do the people — until Anna is walking Carnival of Souls-like through the empty, silent streets of New York. Meanwhile, almost subliminal images of dead people flash on the screen as the voice keeps badgering her - "Anna... Anna, wait for us.... Wait for us...."



