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At the end of each little episode, the announcer (apparently Jack Mercer--as I see in the title page that he did every other voice on the program) would say this in a low, growly voice. In the background of the soundtrack, there would be a string section doing that sustained-one-note-suspense thing that we've all heard in a million different films. Used to scare the crap outta me--almost as bad as Koko the Clown popping out of that damned inkwell. Even though the sensibilities that went into this kind of animation helped to shape (warp?) me, and I love them to this day, sometimes I think that the old time animators were sadists who hated kids. Either that or I was just a wuss.

Having viewed all of the other 'Ilsa' film prior, I was expecting nothing more than a Franco-ized, over the top treatment of same. To be sure: this is very sick stuff here, and I did find myself wincing at the proceedings more than a few times. That notwithstanding, the 'cringe factor' was the result of the idea of what occurred onscreen, and not the technical proficiency (read: gore effects) therein.

However, what really caught me off guard was the surprisingly touching interactions of the female prisoners. In quieter moments, the acting was really quite effective and moving--the emotions rang true.

On the other side of that, all of the exploitive elements--mainly every time 'Ilsa' appears--were pure, unadulterated camp (and I confess: I am the biggest fan of pure, unadulterated camp!).

'Greta - Haus ohne Manner' is one of the finest examples of '70s sicko/shock-sploitation cinema of all time. 8 1/2 of 10.

In this film, the titular Deadly Females like to have tea, chat, stand and sit. Oh yes, they also kill people in some of the the most unspectacularly boring scenes I've ever witnessed. Just stultifyingly bad cinema.

I really dislike those kinds of reviews on IMDb that sort of yell at me in all capital letters "never [to] see this movie!!!" or some such, because often these reviewers are straight-up morons who don't really know what they're talking about--but I've never been more tempted to join the capital-letter yellers in my life.