2 hours 35 minutes. Its hard to put a date on this one. In fact the country is in question as well. The only known print is this has the original language mixed out and a English dialogue dubbed over. It starts with a menacing red DON'T filling the screen and cuts to a delirious frenzied druggie feeling music. Mostly darkness, with candles and oil lamps. Green and gold sashes on the walls. Silver and Brown masks. Primitive but its hard to guess the region they came from. A pretty lady is dancing with a crazed gusto but her face shows only fear. Like she is dancing something evil away. She is blond with locks flying in her scanty clad dance. Wearing a lose robe with many colored scarfs and animal tails hanging from it. Her breasts flash in and out of her wispy semi see through white robe. A mad look in her eyes, almost blissful open mouth.
A frozen scene. with her gawking ahead wide eyes. Credits rolls. hairstyling by Wolfbloe make up by Aiewlor. Who knows what country this film is form with a name like that. The motion starts up again. We see a middle aged man walking in a wood paneled door. Too fast a flash to make much of a judgement. A bland face, bowler hat. Gold chain around neck and the lady reacts. Recoils like the man is a spider and she is a fly. She brushes up against the black back drop. Her robe made see though by the bright lights shining on her to make the scene's mood. Naked tight body under that robe. Pick nipples like traffic lights demanding attention. The scene freezes. The girl is a almost ballad pose of fear. Blurred nipples frozen on display. Like strawberries on a golden cake. Checking the credits that actress is named Ettla Masplo. She did a couple films before this one. Including the porn film. The Cheeks of Kings. That one was filmed in Uglavaria during its brief outing of Ugla-Man. When no laws held back the market. She disappeared after this film.
The music is confused. Going from avant garde to jazz like to strains of classical. The man is scene again and again is red lighted flashes. He looks around 52. A man of the world type. With scary power eyes. The lady is writhing at dead ends, like she can find a secret escape door with her flailing hands. Breasts bouncing. The camera careful to mostly show brief blurred naked breasts, but then nipple close up in split second clear detail. Up turned bell shaped nipples. Like a sweet but tart fruit hanging all juicy on the tree. Made to be mouthed. Dream like pursuit to feverish trippie drug music. She is now unconcerned about her open robe exposed full breasts heaving up and down with each running step. She seems to be in great shape and running with everything she has. Yet she moves with a dream like slowness. Slow enough for the eyes to savor her exposed breasts dance. The man, we are getting more details. His face is wrong, too hollow, white and chalky. Only his eyes blaze with life. he seems to be gliding with relentless tireless effort. The man catches the screaming Woman. Rips her flimsy garments away and seizes her bare breasts. The camera zooms to the squeezed indented breasts and up to her screaming face...
The man's evil leer mixes and fades into the face of the same man. Covered in sweat. Thrashing about in uneasy sleep. A strange tribal looking pipe on the bed side table. The mounted heads of large animals he has shot and had made into trophies. Including a huge purple snarling bear with horrid looking hooked teeth. He bagged that one in the rain forest of Planet Blue. Its the only specimen encountered by humans so far. He must be ill. He is dressed in a Yellow bath robe that he slept in. He has a little powered cot that lifts him to sitting position. He rings the transmit button over and over again, his face showing grim impatience. A big Crystal jar of ice water just visible in the right frame of the picture.
A lady is in a artist's den. She is painting scenes of Sacrificial killings in honor of the Spider God. She hears the buzzer beeping over and over. She takes another puff off her joint and ignores it. Dashing some brilliant emerald to the high priest's stone mask. She is thirty three and very good looking. With long straight hair and slightly tanned white skin. Wearing some strange horse tail mini dress over blue bra and panties. The horse hair worked fine as silk by children slaves on a impoverished moon some where.