The very premise of this film stinks of a bored, over-sexed producer whos in a state to pretty much green-light anything.
There's a serial killer on the loose (a deranged ex-plastic surgeon), and, oh dear, he's mighty keen on slicing the faces off his victims and pickling them in jam jars.
Washed up detective, Bruce Boxleitner is charged with bringing this rather unsavoury character to justice, but can't do it without the help of a psychic (yes a psychic, and who, yes, knows exactly when the killer's going to make his next incision.