Spies! Nazis! Car Crashes! Dogs in drag! Come to Treasure Island and you get all that and more before the feature even begins!

Yes, that's right. Today you get not one but three — count 'em three — movies from writer/director/cameraman Scott King, who isn't just dishing out another fag film here. He's serving up an entire Saturday afternoon matinee! So sit back and enjoy the latest episode from our exciting serial. Check up on current events ca. 1945 in our newsreel. Then get ready for today's feature presentation. But as soon as you hear Artie Shaw's deliciously sinister "Nightmare" play over Treasure Island's opening credits, you'll get a creepy feeling that this B-movie cocktail comes with a queer twist.

How queer? Picture one of your favorite low budget, black and white suspense movies with frontal nudity, kinky sex, and a cryptographer who eats alphabet soup for lunch. Or how about a serial polygamist and an ambivalent, grimly-determined bisexual, both being haunted by a passive-aggressive gay corpse?

Come and see it, to believe it for yourself. Then stay and watch as a film you expect to be a campy melodrama turns into a seriously odd, uniquely fascinating study of sexual identity, perversity, and desire — all lovingly photographed in authentic B-movie style, and set on San Francisco's own Treasure Island.