First off, disregard the title and the packaging. The writer/director/producer originally called the film "Polycarp" and that does have a meaning in the film.
Secondly disregard the film if you can an interesting premise is ruined by massive plot holes that a 12 year old should be picking out.
The plot is that a crazily masked killed is leaving the dismembered bodies of petite blond women, strangely tattooed on the streets of an unnamed town in New Jersey. The police are out to catch the killer and the only clue is that all of the women were patients or former patients of a particular psychologist or had the same boy friend. The boyfriend and the psychologist are also lovers.
Up to that point the stuff holds together, unfortunately nothing else does. There are several scenes of the victims waking up finding themselves naked and bound and about to die, but no explanation as to how they came to be this way. At first you think it's a kinky date gone wrong but the victims are clearly surprised to find themselves like that. Then there's the question of how the killer repeatedly can just dump mutilated bodies on the street without anyone noticing or leaving any forensic evidence of the source. The police are left picking through grizzly jig saw puzzles without finding any clues.
The police commit so many violation of civil rights and proper procedure that it's a wonder that any cases are successfully prosecuted. Most of their work would be thrown out for civil rights violations. There are plot hooks that make no sense. The lead detective's marriage seems to be on the rocks, but there's no explanation why or why this is even included in the flim.
Charles Durning the second name in the credits phones in his performance, one suspects he was paid by the word, but he only serves to clutter up the scenery as a lawyer who never seems to leave his desk and only serves to spin his wheels in a manner that should lead to his business failing from a lack of clients some time in the next 2 weeks.
The surprising thing is that the direction, cinematography, blocking all work. They got the technical stuff just fine. Costuming is pretty much street clothes and you can count the number of sets but there is real skill in the artistry. Indeed it comes off as a better quality film than usual for the sort of schlocky slasher/skin flick its marketing suggests. Which means all the problems come back to the massive, I mean freaking HUGE plot holes in the writing, which ultimately condemns this.
This sort of film should leave you saying stuff like "oh wow" or "I didn't see that coming" or even, smugly "I knew that was gonna happen." Unfortunately Kinky Killers leaves you saying stuff like "but then should they..." or "But how could someone ....?" In all you wonder how come If I could see the problems, why didn't anyone else? And that's not good.