“A B&W grindhouse roughie in which a sweet housewife is done wrong by her building's janitor and kills him (with an ashtray!) in self-defense. She flees to the anonymity of the big city, a hotbed of seedy guys just looking to put the moves on an innocent little thing like her.
Apart from dealing with guys wearing the ugliest boxer shorts known to man, our heroine must preserve her sanity at all costs, befriending another older woman whose son turns out to be, alas, a cop hot on her trail. What's a girl to do?
These earlier [Wishman] gems belong to an era unto themselves and deserve a slot, no matter how disreputable, in a history of '60s American cinema.” (Nathaniel Thompson, Mondo Digital)