Clearly made up as they went along; I can't believe that there was a screenplay this rambling. It's all over the place, starting out with a crazy guy with a fondness for sheepskin and ringmaster suits (Andrew Prine) kidnapping women and keeping them in a barn. He's training them for some kind of circus, you see. Why? Damned if I can figure it out. Then, however, it all veers into some sort of nonsense involving H-bomb testing that turns ringmaster-boy's dad into a bloodthirsty, poorly made-up mutant... who wants to scratch the women in the barn with his really long fingernails and... ummm... yeah. An hour and a half of bad 70s grindhouse improv set to stereotypical porno movie music. Freak out groovy, sheepskin ringmaster duuuuuuude!