This charming slice-of-life film explores the twisted mind of a deranged, sweaty New York sculptor (Bo Brundin) whose poverty drives him to commit petty burglary, for which he is rewarded by having his left eye carved out (with a spoon, no less) by a potential victim. After shrieking repeatedly throughout the opening credits, our tortured artist eventually begins stalking New Yorkers, popping their eyes out and casting them in resin for display in his gallery. This continues ad nauseam until the madman gets his just desserts in the messiest way imaginable. Though not quite as gory as it sounds, this is certainly one of the sleaziest horror films ever produced, made even more unbearable by a severe misogynist streak. Those daring enough to take a gander may wish to don rubber gloves before extricating this tape from the VCR.