"I plead the fifth amendment."
"What's the fifth amendment?"
"I don't know."
With conversations like that, you know you're not dealing with some of the brightest books of society, and this exploitation films has a lot of them apples out in the big city. There are two criminals being sought after, want to see a real rapist and the other a mad bomber who walks calmly into a feminist meeting, plants a bomb in a chafing dish, and manages to just get out when the bomb goes out while he's in the elevator to go downstairs.
The rape scenes are truly horrifying, some of the most vicious I've ever seen in the movies, and obviously there's more than just one rapist out there. Cops dress in drag and catch a few, but there's one alleged victim who is saved in the nick of time by the cops, and she just stands there as if she's waiting for directions as to what to do next. I was surprised she didn't pull out a compact.
The character played by Chuck Connors is truly looney from the moment you meet him, going off on someone for littering, and creating scenes in every customer service situation he is in. He demands that a waitress look at him straight in the eye and then complains about a sale that end of the day before that he insists should still be going on. Characters like him are why many people refuse to do customer service.
In an odd plot development, the police are utilizing the rape suspects to catch the mad bomber, as if any of the rape crimes are connected to the terrorism going on. Police investigator Vince Edwards just takes the script as written and reads the lines in an unconvincing manner, thinking that if he doesn't give a performance then he can't be awarded worst performance of the year. Neville Brand is another stereotypical crazy man, one of the rape suspects, and the writing for his character isn't really developed as it is for Connors.
So how do you make it through a film like this without wanting to burn the disc afterwards? It is surprisingly watchable, but then again, a lot of exploited stuff is, and it's just another 70's expression of a society in decline. A lot of the moments between the crime scenes are unintentionally funny, especially Connors telling off beat cops just glancing up at him as he's mailing a letter. I have seen this plotline in many films before, even in TV films, but never as vile as the way this is done. It's an exercise in some writer's own distaste for society, and at certain points in the film, it appears that they are getting a kick out of blowing things up just to release their own frustrations. The only thing that this film has going for it is that once you start watching, it's difficult to force yourself to hit the stop button.
"What's the fifth amendment?"
"I don't know."
With conversations like that, you know you're not dealing with some of the brightest books of society, and this exploitation films has a lot of them apples out in the big city. There are two criminals being sought after, want to see a real rapist and the other a mad bomber who walks calmly into a feminist meeting, plants a bomb in a chafing dish, and manages to just get out when the bomb goes out while he's in the elevator to go downstairs.
The rape scenes are truly horrifying, some of the most vicious I've ever seen in the movies, and obviously there's more than just one rapist out there. Cops dress in drag and catch a few, but there's one alleged victim who is saved in the nick of time by the cops, and she just stands there as if she's waiting for directions as to what to do next. I was surprised she didn't pull out a compact.
The character played by Chuck Connors is truly looney from the moment you meet him, going off on someone for littering, and creating scenes in every customer service situation he is in. He demands that a waitress look at him straight in the eye and then complains about a sale that end of the day before that he insists should still be going on. Characters like him are why many people refuse to do customer service.
In an odd plot development, the police are utilizing the rape suspects to catch the mad bomber, as if any of the rape crimes are connected to the terrorism going on. Police investigator Vince Edwards just takes the script as written and reads the lines in an unconvincing manner, thinking that if he doesn't give a performance then he can't be awarded worst performance of the year. Neville Brand is another stereotypical crazy man, one of the rape suspects, and the writing for his character isn't really developed as it is for Connors.
So how do you make it through a film like this without wanting to burn the disc afterwards? It is surprisingly watchable, but then again, a lot of exploited stuff is, and it's just another 70's expression of a society in decline. A lot of the moments between the crime scenes are unintentionally funny, especially Connors telling off beat cops just glancing up at him as he's mailing a letter. I have seen this plotline in many films before, even in TV films, but never as vile as the way this is done. It's an exercise in some writer's own distaste for society, and at certain points in the film, it appears that they are getting a kick out of blowing things up just to release their own frustrations. The only thing that this film has going for it is that once you start watching, it's difficult to force yourself to hit the stop button.