A sleaze classic that was still haunting the VHS shops around Times Square when I visited NYC in the late 1990s, but has never made the jump to DVD or Blu-Ray. Former teen idol Troy Donahue does a remarkably against type turn as Moon, a bearded cult leader who leads his freaky followers to a sex and drugs party hosted by a heavily pregnant redhead actress whose famous film director husband is away abroad (subtle it ain't). Naturally things quickly get out of hand, with the actress and her decadent bourgeoisie friends finding themselves at the mercy of their hippie guests, who have bloodlust on their minds. It's a take on the Manson story, filmed with a Hollywood Babylon level of tabloid luridness, complete with cross dressing, lots of undressing, lesbianism, often side splitingly funny dialogue ("I was young, just a slip of a girl, and I loved cock, I loved it so much, I wanted one of my own") and a catchy, top drawer soundtrack by brill building legend Jeff Barry. Any resemblance to real-life figures is purely intensional. "I have a feeling it's going to be bigger than Love Story" -Troy Donahue.