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Another SRS Retro Release! Rising fear chokes the free-wheeling underbelly of San Francisco's Music/Art/Drug/Punk scene as a killer stalks the night to feed an unspeakable appetite. Community suspicion focuses on the punk band Disease, tainted by groupie deaths allegedly induced by the drug DZS, and on "The Creeper", a misshapen outcast from the bowels of the city. Investigation becomes obsession for the strong and beautiful female journalist Jean Michaelson when she probes the gruesome murders with police Inspector Alonso Bernardo. Her story hits closer to home than ever she imagined, as the quickening web of death devours neighbors, friends and lovers in her neighborhood of artist warehouses. The film plays as a mystery, as Jean, the Inspector and the community try to unravel clues to find who is responsible for the grisly murders. The story and characters interweave live New Wave/Punk music, sex, drugs and the urban environs of a 1980's Bay Area leather-clad milieu. Retro at its best!

Media

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Bonus Materials

• Director's Commentary
• Slide Show
• SRS Trailers
• Reversible Art

Sales Points

• Very rare and popular shot on video movie
• Limited Edition Blu-ray
• A cult hit horror movie from the 80s!
• Great special fx and story

Press Quotes

massively enjoyable shot-on-video darkwave horror blast from the leather-clad armpits of the Bay Area.

     —cinemaclock.com

Don't let anyone spoil the ending! Even if they do, there's still plenty of 1980s video-horror fun to be had by soaking in all the aerobics, overly teased hair, cordless phones with antennas and so so so much leather.

     —flickattack.com

Jim Whiteaker tries his talented brush stroking hand at directing a full length shot-on-video feature with mystery writers Linnea Due and the late Shelley Singer crafting a murder whodunit in a grisly brain slurping fashion that conveys heavily on the theme of misjudging a book by its disfigured and notorious cover and end with a killer you never see coming – because it’s sucking out your brain through your eye socket!

     —STEVEN LEWIS, It’s Bloggin Evil!