Night After Night After Night is a grubby low-budget British psycho killer flick, heavy on the sleaze, just how I like 'em.
A maniac with a switchblade is stabbing young women in Swinging '60s London; Detective Inspector Bill Rowan (Gilbert Wynne) is on the case, his prime suspect being womaniser Pete Laver (Donald Sumpter), who he constantly harasses after the brutal murder of his own wife. Viewers will instantly recognise Pete as a red herring, and the same applies to court clerk Carter (Terry Scully), who spends his spare time in Soho strip clubs and sex shops.
The glaringly obvious culprit is High Court Judge Charles Lomax (Jack May), who appears to have been driven mad by all of the moral corruption witnessed on a daily basis (so disgusted by sin that he won't even sleep with his cracker of a wife anymore). Lomax hands out severe sentences during the day, but takes to the streets in his leather coat and trousers after hours to permanently remove the 'cancer' from society using his knife.
Revelling in seediness of late-'60s London, Night After Night After Night is a no-nonsense thriller, with plenty of violence and nudity, but is surprisingly well made, with enjoyable performances, particularly from May as the serial killer judge: he is wonderfully crackpot, going full-on crazy towards the end, when he dresses in drag to escape from the police, is consequently assaulted by loutish homophobes, and then staggers like a loony along the Thames before being picked off by a police marksman.
6.5/10, rounded up to 7 for IMDb.
A maniac with a switchblade is stabbing young women in Swinging '60s London; Detective Inspector Bill Rowan (Gilbert Wynne) is on the case, his prime suspect being womaniser Pete Laver (Donald Sumpter), who he constantly harasses after the brutal murder of his own wife. Viewers will instantly recognise Pete as a red herring, and the same applies to court clerk Carter (Terry Scully), who spends his spare time in Soho strip clubs and sex shops.
The glaringly obvious culprit is High Court Judge Charles Lomax (Jack May), who appears to have been driven mad by all of the moral corruption witnessed on a daily basis (so disgusted by sin that he won't even sleep with his cracker of a wife anymore). Lomax hands out severe sentences during the day, but takes to the streets in his leather coat and trousers after hours to permanently remove the 'cancer' from society using his knife.
Revelling in seediness of late-'60s London, Night After Night After Night is a no-nonsense thriller, with plenty of violence and nudity, but is surprisingly well made, with enjoyable performances, particularly from May as the serial killer judge: he is wonderfully crackpot, going full-on crazy towards the end, when he dresses in drag to escape from the police, is consequently assaulted by loutish homophobes, and then staggers like a loony along the Thames before being picked off by a police marksman.
6.5/10, rounded up to 7 for IMDb.