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This is a special exploitation film. There are no possible doubt around the intention of the creators (you have as much sleaze and nudity as you could ask for), but still the film manages to stand out from other similar works thanks to: fist, being a kind of anthology movie, with the common threat of a serial killer that prays on beautiful and successful women, but showing the story of each woman kind of independently. The other thing that makes the movie quite attractive in this subgenre, is its low budget and naturalistic attitude, that the natural grittiness of 70s cinema enhanced even more. From the first sequence of the burial of a body without any music or dialogues, the mood sets in immediately.

A men's magazine with beautiful women nude... a deranged killer who fights in the name of modesty. What happens when he gets their names and traces their private numbers? As you can imagine, bloody mayhem. And this is all before the hippies and rapists show up...

"Centerfold Girls" (known some places as "Girl Hunter") is a strange film... not visually strange, not strange in its telling... but strange in that the plot shifts in ways you will not expect it to at first. We seemingly follow Jackie, a nurse and former model, as she befriends Linda and stays lodged out of town... confronted by wild, rapist hippies (including one who wears a Coors box for a hat). But despite all this, Jackie is not the main character... we don't see much of her after the first half hour.

This film has a style that is hard to dislike. The murders are simple but effective, with the killer being a truly likable character with horn-rimmed glasses and saddleback shoes. (Don't worry, I'm not giving away anything -- he stands in the open throughout the film.) And the cast and crew is largely unknown, at least today. You may have heard of Aldo Ray or Ray Danton, but I doubt this. The director (John Peyser, mostly known for television work) and writers (Bob Peete and Arthur Marks) are obviously talented, but not household names in the world of horror.

Even the "star" (if one can call him that), is largely a television actor with bit parts. Andrew Prine, who plays killer Clement Dunne, is the glue that holds this entire movie together. Yet, as much as I loved him, I'm hard-pressed to name another movie he's in. Okay, that's not entirely true. The mid-70s saw him not only in "Centerfold Girls", but also in the now classic "Town That Dreaded Sundown" and "Crypt of the Living Dead" (directed by Ray Danton, and available in certain public domain horror collections).

My one concern, and this has been raised by other reviewers, is the lack of background on Clement Dunne. What does he do for a living? What made him want to kill women, and why did he pick the particular magazine he did? How does he track down the addresses and phone numbers for his victims? This lack of information did not take away from the picture, but makes me wonder. A sequel would probably have worked well, but it's a bit late now.

The box calls this a movie from the "sleazy" 1970s, an "exploitation" film in the "grindhouse" tradition. Now, I don't know if this is grindhouse, but they are dead-on with the exploitation and sleaze comments. Nudity abounds in this film, and if more than five minutes go by without someone getting topless (often for no reason), I'd be surprised. And then the (attempted and successful) rapes... not just one, but more like three. In one movie!

Dark Sky Films offers a nice, crisp picture and sound on this disc, while still capturing the gritty quality of the original film. While the special features are somewhat lacking (an audio commentary would be nice), the 15-minute featurette "Making the Cut" offers a great look back and really puts the picture in perspective. That, and a "musical cues" feature, which makes sense to me since the music was very unique and apparent throughout the picture (next to Prine, the music of Mark Wolin is my favorite thing about this film -- and this was his only work). I would encourage anyone to give this title a fair chance.

The Centerfold Girls is a low budget thriller about a serial killer who hunts down women. Not exactly an original idea but the lead performance of Andrew Prine gives the film a bit more merit. In fact, the cast is full of B and Z rated actors (like Aldo Ray who plays an incredibly nasty character) which make things a bit more interesting. What's unusual about the filmn is it's harsh tone. Some of the things that take place on screen are pretty brutal even by today's standards. One wonders what audiences thought of the movie back in 1974. This is one film that women's groups have a right to protest about.

This is the Grindhouse feature that Quentin Tarantino tried to make but failed.

Director John Peyser had a solid filmography for episodic television going back to the 1950s.

Here he turns is hand on a low budget sleazy horror thriller with equal aplomb. He just knew to give the audience lots of bare breasted women.

Andrew Prine is tall creepy Clement Dunne a religious fanatic who is turned on by the naked women who pose for men's magazine but also repulsed by these brazen hussies. Dunne wants to help these centrefolds out which means slashing their throats.

The film has three chapters each featuring a centerfold of the month. The women disrobe easily. The men are all scumbags willing to rape at the drop of a hat.

It has all the ingredients of 1970s Grindhouse but Peyser brings an artistic quality based on his production experience. The acting is better and there is a great scene at the end as Dunne gets his comeuppance.

Exploitation bottom-feeder casts Andrew Prine as a vintage car-driving, vintage record-playing nutcase in wing-tip shoes and horn-rimmed glasses who manages to get the phone numbers of all the centerfold models in Bachelor magazine (did his fingers do the walking?). He abhors their sinful displays of naked flesh, calling the nubile beauties to warn them of his wrath before following that up with a little straight razor action. Jeremy Slate as a police lieutenant belatedly shows up an hour into the proceedings to do the usual movie-detective work, but Prine's hit list is pretty well completed by this time. Absolutely awful mixture of titillation and bloodshed: first show off the naked body, then show off the naked corpse. Old pros Aldo Ray (as a camp manager who likes a fight from his women: "When it comes out easy, baby, it's not worth it!") and Ray Danton (as a glorified pimp brow-beaten by his lover) pretend to be interested. * from ****

A puritanical psycho (Andrew Prine) targets women on the coast of the Los Angeles area who have appeared as centerfold models (Jaime Lyn Bauer, Jennifer Ashley and Tiffany Bolling), as well as anyone who gets in the way.

"The Centerfold Girls" (1974) is a crime thriller in the tradition of "Corruption" (1968) with the first act borrowing from "Psycho." The soon-to-come "The Toolbox Murders" was obviously inspired by it; "Island of Blood" (1982) as well. Needless to say, it was a precursor to the slasher genre and innovatively features the final girl trope.

There are several lovely ladies with quite a bit of top nudity (so stay away if that offends you). While everyone has their favorites, I favor Janet Wood (Linda) and Ruthy Ross (Glory), as far as looks go. Speaking of which, Francine York is a sharp redhead, but her character (Melissa) is such a cold biyatch, it's impossible to warm up to her. Blonde Kitty Carl (Sandi) is worth a mention.

The three-act structure is taken to the extreme with each act introducing a new set of characters linked to the prey, except for the antagonist, of course. The theme is depressing in that there are no noble men in SoCal with every male being motivated by either lust or misogyny. If a guy APPEARS good, it's just a pretense; and his lower nature will soon manifest.

The movie runs about 1 hour, 32 minutes, and was shot in Los Angeles (Aloha Apts. & Topanga Canyon) and Malibu (Paradise Cove & Pacific Coast Highway).

GRADE: B-

This is one of the better 70's obscure slashers, done how you would expect for the era. It's a great watch all the way through and has stylish sleaze to keep interest high. This is a worthy addition to your 70's exploitation sleazy slashers collection.

Superb exploitation nasty. I loved this one. Real dirty and gritty and fast moving. Well-directed with some nice performances.

Andrew Prine is perfectly cast as a saddle-shoe-wearing nerd who is out to "save" all the calender/pin-up girls he can ("save" as in split their head open with a razor). And he really goes about his business. With his ultra-skinny physique and creepy/quirky demeanor he projects kind of a low-rent Norman Bates quality.

Film has three (or is it four?) different stories, each following a girl that Prine is tracking down. The killing is ruthless and quick and somewhat unsettling. Also unsettling is that the girls bounce from one horrific situation to the other like pinballs (ALL the men in this movie are creeps - and most of the women, too!!!).

If you get a chance, and if exploitation with a sharp-edge is your bag check this one out, you might like it.

This is the sort of film that has you wishing you could time-travel back to the heyday of the drive-ins to catch it in its ideal environment. Scary, tight lipped Andrew Prine plays a murderous psychopath working his way through a bunch of pretty girls, whose only 'sin' is to have modelled for a sexy calendar. Well-shot, well-acted, but it's the doom-laden mood and oddball structure that makes Centerfold Girls stand out - three stories about three girls linked only through their encounters with the killer, sort of like Pulp Fiction without the self-congratulation. Should be sought after by anyone who likes the darker, stranger drive-in fare of the 70s.

I really enjoyed Arthur Marks' drive-in movie "Bonnie's Kids", so I decided to take a look at the movie he did right after it, "The Centerfold Girls". While I would not label the movie a drive-in classic like "Bonnie's Kids", I have to admit that the movie does deliver a lot of nice sleaze. The women in the movie are always taking off their clothes, and there are a number of sexual situations. The movie does have some additional interest. Andrew Prine does well as the serial killer, coming across as believably deranged and awkward like I think many crazy people are in real life. Also interesting is that the movie isn't one story, but three stories connected by Prine's character. This was a wise choice I think, because I think if any of the stories been feature length there would have been some dull spots. As they are, they all feel at an appropriate length. Well worth a look if you are interested in 1970s sleazy drive-in cinema.

This film boasts a large cast of beautiful women in various states of undress. For some that may be plenty of inducement to watch. For others it might help to add that it is also the odessey of a serial killer in their midst, slitting throats where he can and extemporizing on other occasions. His motive, he says, is to help these women who have posed nude, or at least topless, in a Playboy-like men's magazine as centerfold models. At a guess, he believes he is helping them abandon their evil ways, the visions of which must haunt his darkest dreams. Though his motive is never explained, his speech patterns, mannerisms, and expressions plainly bespeak a psychopath. Andrew Prine as Clement Dunne shows us quiet madness and menace in a perfect composite. Everything about him, including his wardrobe (black) and living quarters (white) whispers "absolutely unhinged." The film consists of three separate stories, each featuring a different centerfold girl, but all three are bound together by the presence of Dunne and his scalpel. The third and final story may be the most intense as it concludes with a confrontation in a horrible landscape of burnt hillsides and charred trees, a nightmare background against which the violence unfolds. Dunne's third victim, Vera, (Tiffany Bolling) fights back and nobody skates. A truly fine thriller

A moralistic serial killer with a straight razor is carving up girls who have posed nude for a men's magazine. If this seems like pretty weak motivation for a killing spree, it also makes for a pretty weak plot for a movie. This one is all over the place. The first part focuses on a nurse staying at an isolated motel in the mountains (shades of "Psycho")who is abused both by the sleazy hotel owner and a Mansonesque group of hippies, and this is before she runs into the killer. In the second, and most preposterous, part the killer somehow follows a whole group of nude models and photographers to a deserted island where he kills the whole lot of them. In the third part the killer stalks a stewardess from her swinging singles apartment to northern California where her car breaks down and (after she gets picked up and raped by two sailors)the final showdown takes place.

This movie is VERY sleazy. All the girls are brainless sluts who don't even seem to get too upset about being drugged and gang-raped. Every single guy meanwhile is only interesting in assaulting, molesting, or otherwise taking sexual advantage of said women. Incredibly, the deranged killer is the most well-developed and likable character in the whole film. There are only two reasons to recommend this movie. One is Andrew Prine playing one his memorable psychos (he doesn't so much chew the scenery as just gulp it down whole). The other is the truly jaw-dropping collection of early 70's drive-in actresses on display including Tiffany "The Candy Snatchers" Bolling, Jennifer "Tinotera" Ashley, Connie "Black Sampson" Strickland, Janet "Slumber Party '57" Wood, perennial 70's TV actress Jamie Lynn Bauer, and Penthouse Pet of the Year/mafia moll Aneka De Lorenzo. (The only ones missing here are Candice Rialson and Claudia Jennings). Of course, all of these actresses appear au naturel at some point, and in these pre-silicone days they were, of course, all au naturel. So I guess if you REALLY like Andrew Prine or you REALLY want to see a lot of naturally impressive breasts, this movie might be worth watching--otherwise avoid.

It ain't easy being sleazy but this film tries its hardest and succeeds. Andrew Prine stars as a repressed young man who decides to "help" centerfold models by killing them. That is the entire plot! The film does do something interesting in that it is an anthology with three separate stalking stories. At the same time, this could easily be the poster child for anyone who belittles horror films and believes they are nothing more than young naked women being stalked and killed. Prine is the film's biggest asset, reminding me of a cross between Val Kilmer and Michael Palin. Also, the final showdown in a burned out patch of forest is quite impressive and surreal looking.

I first read about "The Centerfold Girls" in a wonderful Stephen Thrower's "Nightmare USA" and as a big serial killer enthusiast I wanted to see it as soon as possible.This is seriously grim and sleazy piece of exploitation cinema from California.Andrew Prine plays a serial killer named Clement Dunne who spends much of his time slicing up the centerfolds from erotic magazines.He vents his rage by killing these models with the first seen during the opening credits as a pretty corpse falling out of a car and getting buried near the ocean.The film then splits into three separate stalker tales for each centerfold with the second one being the nastiest and most gruesome.The first razor throat slashing is extremely effective,the acting is solid and there is plenty of nudity.If you are a fan of violent 70's exploitation gems you can't miss "The Centerfold Girls".8 out of 10.

John Peyer's extremely severe slasher flick THE CENTERFOLD GIRLS uses the out of the frying pan and into the fire concept as three different titular pinup go through many ringers in what's a three-part semi-anthology where serial killing Andrew Prine basically crashes a trio of vignettes...

The first is the most entertaining, and downright sadistic: where hard-working nurse (and former centerfold still paying the bills) Jaime Lyn Bauer meets seemingly affable hippie girl Janet Wood, who... when they're in a hilltop rural manor... invites three hippie friends inspired by The Manson Family, eerily attacking and almost raping Bauer...

Leading to a motel where, after a frantic running-through-the-woods escape (later borrowed in the entire FRIDAY THE 13TH franchise), manager Aldo Ray attempts another rape that's curbed by Prine, who had been cranking her with the creepy, religious-zealot warnings that he wants to save her life (for having posed nude)...

Which is the key line spoken next to Jennifer Ashley in the second tale: she's a laidback model who winds up in a beach-clifftop mansion photo-shoot with several other models, run by temperamental boss Francine York chewing out swarthy agent Ray Danton, attempting what feels like a separate TV-melodrama had there not been Prine, sneaking around with a knife and ultimately providing the highest number of victims...

In what's also the most fulfilling and fleshed-out story where the exceptionally vulnerable Ashley... always the naturally cutest girl surrounded by exploitation-cinema beauties... needed more screen-time while bubbly and offbeat Playboy Playmate Ruthy Ross steals scenes until the rushed and inevitable massacre (also including Playmate Kitty Carl) ...

Leading to Tiffany Bolling, who... initally attacked by rapist navy boys like Jaime Lyn Bauer was by those hippies... is basically the final girl's final girl, with the resiliently assertive attitude of a victim at the end of her own full-length slasher flick...

And although this third story is the most oblique leading up, the climactic face-off against Prine... shot at an actual post-forest-fire purgatory-like location replete with scorched earth and burnt/barren trees... is one of the greatest sendoffs for a horror-genre killer that truly deserved violently slashing payback, threefold.