paul schrader is a horny bastard who has no idea how to make a horror movie so instead of focusing on fear, he focuses on weird as shit atmosphere and cultivating this overwhelming feeling of intense horniness throughout essentially every damn frame. it plays like a coke addicted porno consuming psychopath's hallunicatory wet dream with malcolm mcdowell going apeshit and the most beautiful woman in the world having short hair, being naked all the time and battling with her family curse that turns her into a murdering panther whenever she gets turned on, it is the goddamn shit. haven't seen the original so have no idea how much this obliterates the source material but needless to say i dug the hell out of this lurid trashy nonsense. schrader's such a wild man
