The Sex Killer is a movie so daring and so shocking it dares to make it look like all the women in New York sunbathe topless in heels on top of the buildings. A peeping tom loner who listens to Mr. Happy searches the skyline for love and ekes out a living in a mannequin factory. Ah yes, this boys got issues. From slovenly caressing couches to romantic rendezvous' with bodiless plastic heads. The boy needs some loving and will stop at nothing to get it. The film is mercifully short and the occasional strangulation and bits of flesh keeps the film on track as our boy continually looks for love in all the wrong places. A laughable presentation that is mostly a harmless time passing oddity, you can't fault them they tried.