There is no real plot to this slice of Eighties cheese.
Man with a hook, goes around after a baseball game and points at girls really hard, forcing their necks to open up and for them to fall over.
Roy plays a rugged cop, who shouts at people and wears cool shades. You know he is trouble because of the way he has a swagger at dead people photographs, and argues with Dwayne from Die Hard.
There are random sub-plots involving Schieders fiancée and her mother (whom he both dated) and something to do with the bloke from the new adventures of superman.
It should be awful, it really should, but thanks to the unnecessary sexy soundtrack, and the fact that Schieder busts a move, it's watchable only for the fact that it's so funny and predictable.
In some ways it reminded me of The Hero And The Terror, and the fact that the killers victims decide to stand there and scream, rather than run, or in the funniest scene, leave a nightclub full of people where it is safe, when you are being followed by a man with a hook hand, who looks really unstable.
Schider is watchable as ever, and saves the film from its averageness.
It's not for everyones taste, and i'm sure i'll never watch it again, but it was okay for a late eighties thriller.
Man with a hook, goes around after a baseball game and points at girls really hard, forcing their necks to open up and for them to fall over.
Roy plays a rugged cop, who shouts at people and wears cool shades. You know he is trouble because of the way he has a swagger at dead people photographs, and argues with Dwayne from Die Hard.
There are random sub-plots involving Schieders fiancée and her mother (whom he both dated) and something to do with the bloke from the new adventures of superman.
It should be awful, it really should, but thanks to the unnecessary sexy soundtrack, and the fact that Schieder busts a move, it's watchable only for the fact that it's so funny and predictable.
In some ways it reminded me of The Hero And The Terror, and the fact that the killers victims decide to stand there and scream, rather than run, or in the funniest scene, leave a nightclub full of people where it is safe, when you are being followed by a man with a hook hand, who looks really unstable.
Schider is watchable as ever, and saves the film from its averageness.
It's not for everyones taste, and i'm sure i'll never watch it again, but it was okay for a late eighties thriller.