When Andrew Stevens is the most interesting character and best actor you know something is wrong. The title of this routine cop movie is totally senseless and hasn't any significance to this cheep thriller. By the 80's Bronson was losing his edge. He was looking old and puffy. Gene Davis is the pretty boy psycho-killer on the loose. Davis' acting is so over the top that you can't really take him seriously. He just comes off as a regular preppy dude who acts crazy and annoying. He's rather small in stature and doesn't have any menacing feature except for his icy neurotic visage that seems plastered on his face throughout the picture.
He's a serial killer who has a fetish about killing his victims while being completely nude himself. Okay, we understand he's disturbed and creepy. But that's about as far as this tale takes his character. He acts so creepy from the beginning of the picture as it establishes him as a loner that his character has nowhere to grow. That is why I fell asleep halfway through this tawdry flick. The problem here is that this is a Bronson film. And in all Bronson films we know he will most likely be the victor over the villain. So the killer here seems too vulnerable and ineffective to be a worthy adversary. He may be able to shuffle his way out of legal authority to a degree, but he is hardly elusive in his stalking method by running around naked without anyone really noticing him carrying a knife.
This movie also has some really bad acting, especially from the pretty babes who were cast only for their hot bodies. Bronson himself seems bored and jaded by this and does not elicit enough of his individual appeal to make this interesting. Andrew Stevens does the best job in the movie by playing the rookie detective under Bronson's supervision. The party scenes look so lame and contrived that they are worth laughing at. Do people in their 20's and 30's dance around in a small apartment non-stop wearing t-shirts? If a few were grooving to the tunes that would look more natural, but everyone in the pad?
Watch this only if you have nothing better to do and you are in the mood to scoff at the bad 1980's acting, clothing and film direction.
He's a serial killer who has a fetish about killing his victims while being completely nude himself. Okay, we understand he's disturbed and creepy. But that's about as far as this tale takes his character. He acts so creepy from the beginning of the picture as it establishes him as a loner that his character has nowhere to grow. That is why I fell asleep halfway through this tawdry flick. The problem here is that this is a Bronson film. And in all Bronson films we know he will most likely be the victor over the villain. So the killer here seems too vulnerable and ineffective to be a worthy adversary. He may be able to shuffle his way out of legal authority to a degree, but he is hardly elusive in his stalking method by running around naked without anyone really noticing him carrying a knife.
This movie also has some really bad acting, especially from the pretty babes who were cast only for their hot bodies. Bronson himself seems bored and jaded by this and does not elicit enough of his individual appeal to make this interesting. Andrew Stevens does the best job in the movie by playing the rookie detective under Bronson's supervision. The party scenes look so lame and contrived that they are worth laughing at. Do people in their 20's and 30's dance around in a small apartment non-stop wearing t-shirts? If a few were grooving to the tunes that would look more natural, but everyone in the pad?
Watch this only if you have nothing better to do and you are in the mood to scoff at the bad 1980's acting, clothing and film direction.