This jaw-dropping non-documentary, directed by sleaze sultan Joseph P. Mawra, pulls out all the stops to paint a dire yet sympathetic picture of the "plight" of the lesbian, circa 1965. Of course, it's just a 42nd street grindhouse picture for the raincoat crowd – but what a picture! It's also an amazing "accidental documentary" of Greenwich Village circa mid-1960s, with stunning handheld black and white cinematography.