Shot entirely without dialogue and filled with suggestive violence and psycho-sexual imagery, it’s like a skid row expressionist thriller following the nocturnal prowling of a young woman haunted by homicidal guilt.

At first gas station attendant Poet is happy when the rockers gang “Hell’s Angels” finally accepts him. But he’s shocked when he learns how brutal they are – not even murder is a taboo to them. He gets himself in trouble when the leader’s girlfriend falls in love with him – and he welcomes her approaches.

A cosmetics queen develops a youth formula from jelly taken from queen wasps. She fails to anticipate the typical hoary side effects.