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Startled to discover a foetus growing in her neck, Strasberg turns to funky-haired Curtis, the only man she can trust, even though his fortune teller (“Harry’s the name, Tarot’s the game”) appears to have wandered in from Night Of The Ghouls. Discovering that his friend is about to give birth to a four hundred year old Indian medicine man comes as even more of a surprise, as does the sight of a client levitating in his office before hurling herself down the stairs. Realizing that there are stranger forces at work in b-movies than are dreamed of in his philosophy, he enlists the help of Dr Meredith, the most embarrassed-looking cast member, though his role chiefly consists of suggesting Curtis “fight fire with fire” by procuring the services of a (considerably younger) medicine man of his own.

This he does by tracking down one John Singing Rock (Michael Ansara), who is initially reluctant to help, preferring instead to reflect on a Native American’s treatment at the hands of the Missouri Holding Company until the lure of free tobacco proves too tempting to pass up. Arriving at the hospital in time to witness a midget in latex make-up emerging from Strasberg’s neck, however, gives the pair cold feet, as does a sudden drop in temperature during which the walls and floor inexplicably freeze over. Before Ansara can make his excuses etc., Curtis suggests he fight the foe by harnessing the building’s power supply, but the creature proves invulnerable. Just as all seems lost, a topless Strasberg whisks them into outer space where, in between being pounded by asteroids, she’s somehow able to shoot laser beams from her body that destroy the medicine man in a shower of flying sparks.

“The film’s ending is a complete head trip,” Girdler told Starlog in 1978. “The effects that you see, well, you’ve never seen them before!” Nor, it’s safe to say, has any filmmaker attempted to recreate them since. Whether this was his idea of how bigger-budgeted movies were supposed to end or (more likely) an attempt to cash-in on Star Wars, it provides the perfect finale for the comically cheesy shenanigans. Whether dispensing a “mystic motto” or arguing about spirits with Ansara, Curtis doesn’t appear to be taking the proceedings too seriously, though everyone else is performing with as straight a face as they can muster, their sincerity oddly endearing.

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