Claudio Fragasso’s Night Killer begins the only way it possibly could; in Virginia Beach…oh, and also with ultra-raunchy music, a herkin’-jerkin’ dance routine, and a flabbergasted dance choreographer who seems to have forgotten 90% of her lines (and who’s death scene seems to be played to the cheap seats located somewhere in Antarctica…and please keep an eye on the dancers who strike a pose as her body hits the floor) there’s also a tit or two, blood, and a killer in a rather awesome monster mask. We are off to a rock solid start here boils n’ ghouls…
Cut to suburbia where writer Melanie Beck (Tara Buckman) spends her days eating ham sandwiches, fondling her naked breasts, and over-reacting to phone calls (on a telephone who’s ring sounds like a parakeet swallowed a laser gun) from a dude with the most preposterous voice ever committed to film…as one does.
Speaking of phone calls, she soon receives a ringy-dingy from our masked madman (who also seems to be a voice impersonator on par with Rich Little), who is horny A.F. and pays Melanie a house call. She survives the ordeal, but completely looses her memory making her unable to identify our villain who showed his face to her before the deed was done.
Soon Melanie finds herself stalked by the mysterious Axel (Peter Hooten in an acting turn about as subtle as a power drill to the balls…and while I’m sure his post bathroom encounter line will be everyone’s favorite, the way he says “fried chicken and freeeench friiies” is a masterpiece for the ages), who after she makes strip and chuck his clothes in a toilet at gunpoint (who’s harassing who now?), saves her ass from a beach-set suicide attempt…only to turn out to be quite the lunatic himself.
Of course our walking masked hard-on keeps getting up to murder and mayhem…how does this all tie-together? Well…it does, but not in away any sane person can comprehend…
I can’t even with Night Killer. While Fragasso’s flicks are always off the charts ridiculous, this one takes the cake. The over dramatic music, the acting and dialog, the baffling actions of the characters…everything is like a a fever dream set to film, but I’m pretty sure that wasn’t the intent…or maybe it was…who the fuck knows; it’s daffy bullshit of the highest fucking order and I love the piss out of it, that much I do know!
Speaking of dialog; the lines uttered in this thing are absolutely absurd and will have you doubting your sanity at every turn, because you absolutely must be hallucinating as you hear such bon mots as “Grandma, what a big schlong you have”.
Besides the staggering entertainment value present in the feature presentation there are also a few extras on hand in the form of interviews with Fragasso (during which we learn that the legendary genius Bruno Mattei filmed the gore inserts present in the picture) and Co-Writer Rossella Drudi, as well as the film’s trailer.
Just stop what you are doing and pick Night Killer up immediately…you will never have a more insane time in the ol’ horror biz, I can promise your arcane asses that!
