Cheesy B classic with poor Virginia Leith spending most of her time stuck on a tray. Assorted edits exist, some surprisingly gruesome for their day.

Thanks to Mark for spotting Sammy...

Cheap and tawdry, to be sure, but redeemed by Leith's performance and a good deadpan ending (no pun intended). It's also one of the sleaziest films ever made, with a slithery jazz motif that sounds like it came from a stag loop, playing over scenes of Evers patiently surveying all the beautfiul ladies in his town to see if their body would be a good fit for his wife's head. Combine that with odd insert shots of Evers staring off into space, as if he's trapped in the Phantom Zone, plus a stripper catfight that ends with the camera panning up from the action to a cat picture and someone offscreen (presumably the director) going "Meow" and you have a camp classic. Given the dark double entendres that make up most of the dialogue, it's hard not to interpret this as a black comedy.

Filmed in 1959, but not released until 1962 due to licensing and (understandable) censorship issues. I really don't think that's Sammy Petrillo, though.