1969 Euro pop pulp silliness.
The plot? It has something to do with drug smuggling, white slavery, masked killers, glass eye calling cards, showgirls, carny types, billiards, magic shops, Scotland Yard, controlling mothers and ventriloquist dummies.
It zips through its ridiculous Edgar Wallace riff, chock a block with set pieces and odd touches, cramming what would today be a two and half hour film into eighty three minutes. In turn it feels overstuffed. They could have excised all of the "wacky" business with the head of Scotland Yard and they'd have a much better film. The "comedy" almost sinks it.
So, what we have is a collection of pulp trappings more than a coherent narrative but, man, what trappings! As…