Violated

Low-budget flick, filmed in NYC, about a photographer who kills women and cuts off locks of their hair. Producer William Holland plays the photographer, and screenwriter William Mishkin (I know, these are real household names) has a bit. An exotic dancer named Lili Dawn plays one of the victims. She's not bad looking if you can imagine Hedy Lamarr with about twenty more pounds on her. The musical score consists of a guitar played by Tony Mottola.

Except for the 1950s view of the city, this film doesn't have much to offer. The acting is pretty bad, and the dialogue is worse. As the film's shrink explains, "the human mind is a vast domain. When its door is unhinged it's open to an endless variety of queer happenings." Like this movie.

Violated (1953)

** 1/2 (out of 4)

Greenwich Village comes under attack by a psycho who is stalking women. Not only is he killing them but he's also scalping them. The lead investigator (Mitchell Kowall) teams up with a psychiatrist (Jason Niles) as they try to determine the killer who might just be a released sex offender.

For 1953, VIOLATED is pretty hot stuff from start to finish. This is basically an exploitation film that mixes horror and film noir elements and the end result is fairly entertaining even if there are many flaws with the picture. If you're familiar with the 1980 slasher MANIAC you'll know that the lead character there scalped his victims. That film was heavily influenced by the 1966 film AROUSED. Well, I think it's safe to say that MANIAC also borrowed from this picture.

The first thing you'll notice about this picture is that fact that it's working on a very small budget. I know noirs made a name for themselves by having small budgets but this here is a lot lower than you'd typically expect. What really sets the film apart isn't its story so much but the fact that it's willing to push the boundaries of good taste. After all, this here was seven years before PSYCHO and you've got a sex maniac, a psycho stalking women and a burlesque subplot where there are plenty of ladies not wearing too many clothes.

Those exploitation elements is what keeps the film alive and moving throughout its short 67-minute running time. The performances are very hit and miss and the majority of them would be called amateurish to say the least. The lack of any real acting talent makes for a documentary like feel and the music score by Tony Mottola really adds a lot of sleaze. VIOLATED is a film that should probably be better known than it is.

Obviously low-budget indie with some very suggestive scenes. Some confusing editing and overacting. But, relatively good. Creepy semi-ambiguous ending. Vicki Carlson was a doll.

This is a super-cheap picture from Panther Productions. You'll notice how cheap it looks right away and has a definite homemade quality to it--with some choppy edits, lots of unknown actors, cheap music and amateurish lighting and camera-work. This does not mean it's necessarily a bad picture...but certainly one that lacks polish and looks pretty crappy. But, for an exploitation film from this era, this isn't at all unusual.

The story begins with a pretty young lady being murdered and scalped! The film actually shows very, very little when it comes to this. Throughout the story, more ladies are being murdered the same way and apparently they have a connection to a photographer. Much of the film follows him and his infatuation with a stripper who is stringing him along--the rest of the film consists of the police trying to put the pieces to the puzzle together to solve the crimes.

Overall, this is a film that looks cheap and terrible but STILL is interesting if you like exploitation flicks. To be this sort of person, you really have to look past the shabbiness of the production...and it is shabby. No real flashes of brilliance here otherwise...just a rather gritty and strange tale that seems way ahead of its time. Worth seeing...for the right sort of viewer. Being a lover of film noir would help....though this one is so poorly done I don't think most folks would consider it noir.

This is a wonderful period piece with the feel of Kubrick's "Killer's Kiss"; made around the same time. Though clumsy in places, it's still more professional and better than "Kiss", and perhaps as interesting a visual walk through fifties New York City.

A homicidal photographer hunts down and kills women who reject him, until he is caught by a sweaty, working class cop. An interestingly progressive view of a maniac, the killer is a kind man caught in a compulsion he cannot control. Many of the actors seem to be real people playing themselves; though this is for the most part more effectively done than in many more "respectable" films.

When the stripper snaps "You make my skin crawl, you jerk!" it chills to the bone. New Yorkers may find many locations still recognizable, and you gotta love the big poodle. According to IMDB, no one here was ever involved in another

film but the producer, who went on to bring us the films of the notorious Andy Milligan. Too bad, much talent is on hand. Find a copy!