"American" "writer" and Starsky lookalike witnesses an attempted murder in an art gallery which the police connect to a leather catsuit-wearing serial killer. Naturally, he begins his own investigation.
'Feed it into the computer - that's narrowed it down to 150,000!'
*Spoiler* The whole story hinges on the fact that the police stop Sam, the incredibly fluent Italian-speaking American, from leaving the country because they think he may remember something vital about the 'murderer'. Never mind that they have a perfect witness in the non-killed victim, because if they questioned her too closely that might give the ending away.
'Bring on the perverts - no, not the transvestite!'
So that mystery's the only reason to sit through this stylised, amateurish, silly film, apart from the laugh-out-loud moments which I won't spoil apart from pointing you in the direction of when Sam is trapped in the art gallery lobby. An actor surrounded by four glass walls, trying to get out. What an audition that must have been.
To be fair, the police chief is convincing (apart from his ghostly moustache), and it's lit and photographed OK, and Suzy Kendall adds a bit of boy interest. If it were a comic book, it would be a mouldy copy of 'Strange Tales' found in a garden shed: worth looking at if you were completely bored, but don't imagine it's a rarity.
'Feed it into the computer - that's narrowed it down to 150,000!'
*Spoiler* The whole story hinges on the fact that the police stop Sam, the incredibly fluent Italian-speaking American, from leaving the country because they think he may remember something vital about the 'murderer'. Never mind that they have a perfect witness in the non-killed victim, because if they questioned her too closely that might give the ending away.
'Bring on the perverts - no, not the transvestite!'
So that mystery's the only reason to sit through this stylised, amateurish, silly film, apart from the laugh-out-loud moments which I won't spoil apart from pointing you in the direction of when Sam is trapped in the art gallery lobby. An actor surrounded by four glass walls, trying to get out. What an audition that must have been.
To be fair, the police chief is convincing (apart from his ghostly moustache), and it's lit and photographed OK, and Suzy Kendall adds a bit of boy interest. If it were a comic book, it would be a mouldy copy of 'Strange Tales' found in a garden shed: worth looking at if you were completely bored, but don't imagine it's a rarity.