The Thrill Killers

Ray Dennis Steckler was one of the more spirited low-budget schlock auters working during the 1960s, and "The Thrill Killers" bears his trademark style: dissonant camera work during the action scenes, authentic locations, and generally ridiculous plot developments (wouldn't you be a bit alarmed if some twitchy guy brought a bloody ax into your restaurant?). By today's standards, the decapitations and stabbings are in the campy vein of Herschell Gordon Lewis (and the 'hynosis' gimmick is pure William Castle), and the hipster slang is dated and laughable. Steckler, who plays the lead psycho, has some genuinely creepy moments, and Carolyn Brandt (Steckler's girlfriend) is fun to watch as an early victim. Even though "The Thrill Killers" is slow-moving and erratically paced, it's worth a look for those who enjoy low-budget cinema.

5/10

I dug this film so much when I first saw it because it epitomizes what makes low budget exploitation good camp entertainment. It seems to be made made solely to exploit itself and does it's damndest to deliver. I like the b & w cinematography and the various cinematic devices used albeit some quite cliche. The camp and subversive elements are given to us hand in hand when serial killer Mort Click tells one of his female victims "People are no good" "I hate People!" "I'm going to kill you". Super cheesy chase at the end is the capper and, because it's slightly anti-climactic, only makes the exploitation motives more obvious therefore giving "The Thrill Killers" very high camp value. I still think it's an admirable and entertaining effort by a spirited and eccentric auteur.

I only hired this film because there was a picture of someone chasing a girl with an axe on the cover. I like tacky, low budget films as they are often so poor they are funny but this was tedious and hard work to stay awake through.

Fun cheapie in black and white, fairly well photographed. You're lucky if (like me and others out here in Oakland CA) you got to see it in a theater with Steckler himself and his cronies (including the weary Will Viharo) running through the crowd with axes on cue with the "hypnovision" process on the screen. Weird murder movie plot similar to the later "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" (which owes this movie a lot) has a family of maniacs and their friends on a killing spree in a desert ranch area (looks like somewhere up Coldwater Canyon). The finale has director Steckler on horse evading a cop on a motorbike who can't seem to catch up! Priceless.

The set-up for this one is simple enough: three violently insane goons escape from a mental institution, and go on a rampage, terrorizing people like unsuccessful actor Joe Saxon (Joseph Bardo) and his wife Liz (moll turned stripper turned actress Liz Renay). While this is going on, a sole psychopath (played by director / writer / producer Ray Dennis Steckler, using his "Cash Flagg" pseudonym) is busy racking up his own body count.

"The Thrill Killers" is an above average sleazy-B; if you measure it against other flicks in the Steckler filmography, you too may think that it's better than expected. It benefits from some decent performances. Gary Kent, Herb Robins (later, the writer / director of "The Worm Eaters"), and Keith O'Brien are a hoot as the creeps; O'Brien is so looney he thinks nothing of bringing a murder weapon that he's recently used into a public place. Steckler himself is likewise amusing. His other cast members include his then-wife Carolyn Brandt, Laura Benedict as sassy diner owner Linda, Ron Burr as the ill-fated Ron, Atlas King as early victim Dennis Kesdekian, and Titus Moede in dual roles (including a hilarious Hollywood sycophant at the party). Producers Arch Hall Sr. and George J. Morgan play themselves, and B-movie perennial Renay's own daughter Brenda has a bit at the party. Coleman Francis is the narrator.

"The Thrill Killers" does show that Steckler was capable of some competence now and again. It wastes little time getting going, wraps up in a tidy 70 minutes, and gives us an action-packed, exciting finale wherein "Cash Flagg" runs the cops a merry chase. It moves along to a jaunty jazz score by Andre Brummer, and features excellent cinematography by Joseph V. Mascelli. That scene where Flagg is in a hotel room with his next victim is a perfect example of this.

Well worth a viewing for fans of vintage exploitation.

Seven out of 10.