This obscure 1967 sexploitation film is so low budget it doesn't have any acting credits at all. It's almost as if no one wanted his or her name associated with such a project. That said, "The Sex Killer" is not a bad little film. Shot in black-and-white on the mean streets of New York City and using live sound (which occasionally renders dialogue unintelligible) it follows the adventures of a shy, sexually repressed nebbish named Tony who works at a mannequin warehouse. He develops a fixation on female mannequins that spirals out of control, leading first to voyeurism, then murder and necrophilia. As serial killer case studies go, this one's not so bad. It lacks the gore and vivid color of the best Italian giallo films, but the women are all beautiful and there's plenty of nudity. The murders are all strangulations and not particularly graphic. This film is realistic in portraying its serial killer as a nondescript, pathetic figure with a low-paying job, little education, and poor social skills, as most serial killers are.
Review of The Sex Killer
