Totally proves the old adage that everything you need to know about a film’s director is revealed through their cameo. A balding Bill Lustig as a 42nd Street motel clerk, wearing nothing but a tight fitting white undershirt. Just as much a scummy document as it is one of the gnarliest slashers ever made.

Porno procedural. One of the great documents of a lost NYC, and as perverse and erotic as it is gruesome and terrifying. If it weren’t for SORCERER, this would be my favorite Friedkin.