Maniac killer strangles women at random; two cops try to track him down. That's about it, as far as the "plot" is concerned. Usually, these movies at least make an attempt at dime-store "psychology" (the killer became this way because his mother used to lock him in the closet, that sort of thing). Here, we simply get a killer who talks to himself, grunts, whines, lifts weights and apparently wants to prove to his (nowhere to be seen in the movie) father that he "measures up". It's a career-killing role, and Nicholas Worth gives an appropriately career-killing performance in it. Totally unredeemable movie. (*)
Review of Don't Answer the Phone!
