Sweet Kill

This is part of a strange trend in the early 1970's of 1950's male matinée idols playing serial killers. First, Rock Hudson appeared in the wonderful black comedy "Pretty Maids All in a Row" as high school guidance counselor, football coach, and sex murderer. Then Troy Donahue appeared in the bizarre "Love Thrill Murderers" (aka "Sweet Savior") as a Mansonesque cult leader. And in this movie, years before more publicly exploding his screen image in John Water's "Polyester", Tab Hunter plays an impotent and murderous PE coach (is there any other kind?). The plot is pretty simple: Tab can't get it up, so in frustration he kills the many women who excite him or come on to him.

This movie is better made than many (like the "Love-Thrill Murders), but it is presented in a VERY serious manner and could have really used the black humor of a film like "Pretty Maids". The premise is pretty ridiculous after all. The film also follows another 70's/early 80's trend of being told from the POV of the deranged killer and trying to make him somewhat sympathetic. Again this can work if it's a well-made film (i.e. "Peeping Tom", "Taxi Driver")or if it contains a good dose of black humor ("Deranged"), but often the results ended up being either highly unpleasant ("Maniac", "Don't Go in the House") or just plain risible ("Don't Answer the Phone", "Mardi Gras Massacre"). This falls more into the latter category (despite some lingering misogyny). Strangely, in spite of the killer's occupation as a P.E. coach, the movie resists joining the teen sexploitation trend that was big at the time (with movies like "Pretty Maids", "The Cheerleaders", and Tom Loughlin's ridiculous "sex-with-the-babysitter movies"). Tab's victims are all collegiate age or older women (although I might point out to both the drooling perverts and clucking moralists that the same 18-to-30-year-old actress types were used in all these movies regardless of how old the characters were supposed to be). There is one minor subplot where Tab tries to help a troubled male teenage virgin, but it gets dropped pretty quickly.

Mostly this movie just isn't a lot of fun. It's hard to take seriously, but it contains little or no comedy. There is one scene where a hippie girl complains about her missing (murdered) roommate and the cops bust her for possession of marijuana, but this scene is really not mined enough either for humor or scathing social commentary. That really leaves only the generous female nudity to recommend this thing, and that may not be enough for most people.

Random encounters with young adoring women pushes frigid Hunter beyond his sexually repressed limit, and there seems to be no end to the procession of prospective victims to test his weakened threshold.

Only local girl Barbara (Turney) appears off-limits as the killing spree becomes more brazen. The frequency of the crimes isn't completely out of the realms of possibility when you consider how prolific serial killers were in the 60s-80s, but there's still of lot of plot latitude enabling this perp, his risky business in obvious proximity to potential witnesses yet his crimes are bold and practically uninhibited.

Hunter is chilling playing against type, trusted, timid school sports coach by day, twisted peeping Tom and serial killer by night, whilst Turney gains sympathy as the lonely-heart neighbour whose affections for the unstable bachelor never seem to gain his attention no matter how persistent her efforts. Turney seemed like a capable actress whose career was flourishing when she died prematurely in 1978.

Exploitation film fans should also relish the sight of fresh-faced Roberta Collins playing the sassy call girl with whom Hunter's character role plays his perverted desires in a couple of scenes.

Violent and rudderless, just a procession of frenzied murders in a loose plot structure, it's perhaps easy to understand why the film could be loathed for its apparent indifference, given there's little effort paid to solving the crimes, Hunter's character able to plunder with impunity then hide virtually in plain sight. Despite the grim treatment, 'The Arousers' (aka 'Sweet Kill') is a fairly salacious grindhouse classic that shouldn't disappoint those who appreciate this type of gritty, gloomy thriller.

Current A-list director Curtis Hanson's first 1970 film portrayal of a sexually-deviant gym teacher and serial killer features an incredibly creepy performance by Tab Hunter which is so good, it raises the quality of the whole movie. Unfortunately, the production values are rather inferior: the film has the flat lighting of a TV-movie, mixed sound quality, an underdeveloped script, and a few embarrassingly awkward scenes - one with Hunter giving a male student advice about girls that reminded me of a cheap educational filmstrip, and another with police finding marijuana in a character's bathtub. With all of the realistic serial killer films which have come out since this film, it probably had greater originality when first released, as an early attempt to portray a serial killer's actions squarely in the middle of mundane everyday reality. However, part of the creepy quality here is that Hunter portrays a character who seems exceedingly normal on the outside but is obviously incredibly disturbed. The whole sexual impotence aspect of his compulsions thankfully remains low-key, as simply slipping this guy some Viagra would probably not solve his difficulties.

All in all, definitely not a bad time-filler or debut for Hanson; there are a couple of memorable shock scenes. However, for a much more substantial treatment of similar subject matter, I suggest Robert Altman's very obscure 1964 film "Nightmare in Chicago."

It must have been hard to imagine in 1973 that the director of this low budget shock flick would go on to make one of the very best crime films of the nineties with LA Confidential, but indeed that was the case. Anyway, this was his first attempt at directing, and it's a rather lukewarm film. I never go into films like this expecting too much; generally these film were made with the intention of getting as many people into a theatre as possible and that isn't usually the best base for a great film. This one focuses on Eddie Collins, a disturbed man who gets into murdering women after one unsuccessful encounter and then ends up not being able to shake off the urge to do so. The film was obviously made on a shoestring budget and it does look very cheap. There's also rather too many sex scenes in the film which were obviously included to help sell the film, but actually end up making it all the more boring. Naturally the point of the film is to see the lead character butchering some women rather than any kind of character study, and that's really all we get. Still, Sweet Kill is not a total dead loss; it makes for an interesting watch and fans of low budget seventies exploitation will probably get a kick out of it.

"Sweet Kill" was the very first film of writer/director Curtis Hanson who would become reasonably successful and acclaimed more than twenty years later thanks to a couple of popular mainstream titles such as "The River Wild", the Oscar-winning "LA Confidential", "Wonder Boys" and the Eminem biography "8 Mile". But like so many other now famous & influential film makers (Francis Ford Coppola, Jack Nicholson, James Cameron, Joe Dante, Jonathan Demme…), Curtis Hanson in fact owes his entire career to the support and mentoring of one of the most important individuals in the history of cinema; namely Roger – "King of the B's" - Corman. Back when "Sweet Kill" was first released and quickly turned out unsuccessful at the box-office, it was executive producer Roger Corman who came to the rescue and instructed Curtis Hanson to add a lot more female nudity and change the title to "The Arousers". It didn't help all that much, but at least and thanks to Corman we're treated to copious amounts of gratuitous B, B and B (which stands for boobs, bums and bush). During the first five minutes, for example, 3 different nameless and totally random women are walking nonchalantly through the screen butt-naked! Not taking into account all the bare female flesh, "Sweet Kill" is half fascinating and half of a failure. The film is undoubtedly inspired (like countless of other movies) by Hitchcock's "Psycho", with another cinematic madman that is actually good- looking and sophisticated, but socially incompetent due to his sexual fixation on mommy. Hanson introduces Tab Hunter, a former poster-boy from the fifties, as an introvert serial killer slash gym teacher Eddie Collins. Numerous beautiful and predatory women literally throw themselves at Eddie, but he's only turned on when he pays a prostitute to dress up like his own mother. "Sweet Kill" opens quite promisingly, with the murder of some beach girl and subsequently the hiding of her corpse in the pigeon loft above his apartment (where she remains throughout the entire movie, by the way) but then the film gets gradually more boring, repetitive and predictable. I'm honestly convinced that Curtis Hanson wanted to draw a profound and insightful portrait of his protagonist serial killer, but Eddie Collins remains a bland and largely uninteresting character and he hardly ever succeeds in generating suspense or discomfort. It's a forgettable film, with a nevertheless good performance of Tab Hunter and a fairly uncanny score, and you could probably never guess from this early work that Curtis Hanson would hold an Oscar for best screenplay in his hands 25 years later.