Photographer Jack T. Rippington, descendant of Jack The Ripper (the script can't decide whether he is the famous killer's grandson or great-grandson), stages murders as works of art and searches for an ideal woman to bear his son, maintaining his sexual potency by drinking the blood of his victims.
A psycho movie which looks like a porno film, this has few sets, awkward performances, minimal storyline and scant running time (padded out by an unconnected slasher prologue featuring none of the main actors). The grinning villain looks like a daytime soap star and addresses the audience Alfie-style to explain his murder spree, and the horror sequences depend on the victims (like the Baptist couple who call to invite Rippington to church and are casually willing to be locked up in the stocks or to put on sexy underwear and be tied to a chair) being unbelievably stupid.