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John Harrington is a fashion designer who specializes in bridal wear and has a murderous habit of taking a cleaver to his clients on their wedding night. He’s able to dispose of the corpses in the greenhouse incinerator (making a strong fertilizer for his flowers in the process) located on the grounds of the notable mansion he inherited from his mother. He’s not at all sure why he carries this murderous habit but he will continue on with his sick compulsion until the complete truth of a past trauma (represented by the hallucinogenic wedding-night murder of his mother when he was a child that plays out as he slaughters the brides) presents itself. One of his models goes missing but he has no recollection of taking her life or of her mentioning she was getting married, therefore he would have no urge to kill her. The new model he hires to replace the missing girl grabs the fancy of John but starts getting uncomfortably close to the truth and that’s just one of the handful of things threatening to unspool his crimes. A detective has his sights set on the designer as he’s the only link between all the missing gals and John’s strained relationship with his well-off wife is not helping matters. His inability to perform sexually and her vow to never leave him, even after death, further adding to his deeper unraveling. She doesn’t love him or anything, this seems to be a relationship built upon spite. The psycho/sexual thrills get a nice twist of the supernatural after John kills the woman and she begins to haunt his ass. John’s mental state… yeah, it’s not good and it’s probably gonna lead to a suitable comeuppance. The visual brilliance of Mario Bava shines through and pushes an already solid thriller over into a territory of macabre splendor along with a wonderful cast and enough insanity to make up for the lack of splatter that folks may be let down by.
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