This isn't the Christmas slasher that bloody knife on the cover might suggest. Instead it's a psychological horror flick. It's a bit slow but that's not a bad thing.

I know this came out in 1980 but this is classic, grainy, late 70's grindhouse. It's creepy, it's weird and as John Waters points out repeatedly on one of the commentary tracks, more than a little fetishistic.

The director didn't really say whether or not he was going for those sexual undertones or not and 1980 was a much different time than 2014 but through modern eyes a lot about the main character, Harry, points towards pedophile.

It wasn't at all what I was expecting but I really enjoyed watching Harry slowly lose his mind (more than he already had by the time the movie starts) and just jump off the deep end.

BY the way, I don't care what anyone says...that ending was PERFECT!