POINT OF TERROR
Color, 1971, 87m.
Directed by Alex Nicol
Starring Peter Carpenter, Dyanne Thorne, Lory Hansen, Leslie Simms, Joel Marston
Vinegar Syndrome (Blu-ray & DVD) (US R0 HD/NTSC) / WS (1.85:1) (16:9), Scorpion Releasing (US R0 NTSC) / WS (1.78:1) (16:9), Rhino (US R1 NTSC)

One of the most outrageously dishonest ad campaigns of all time surrounded Blood Mania, a trashy thriller trotted around drive-ins throughout the '70s and even the early '80s to lure in unsuspecting patrons with artwork depicting skeleton hands, vampire-fanged vixens, and of course, lots of blood and cleavage. Granted, you do get some T&A and a little bit of gore at the end, but otherwise this is a "psychological thriller" that plays more like a sleazy Los Angeles riff on those psycho imitations Hammer Films cranked out for a decade.
On the other hand, there's a lot of
chit chat (at least with the characters in various skimpy or absent outfits at random intervals), which will annoy anyone expecting monsters and knife attacks. That means what you really get here is kitsch value galore, as this is best seen as part of an unholy trinity from star Peter Carpenter, a wildly exhibitionistic actor/producer who captured a certain down-market atmosphere of areas around L.A. in this and its two companion films, Love Me Like I Do and the astonishing Point of Terror (both opposite Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS’s Dyanne Thorne), the latter finally reunited with this film in 2017 courtesy of Vinegar Syndrome. (More on that below.) This is quite the time capsule of locales, outfits, and hairdos from the post-hippie period, complete with tacky swimming pools, diaphanous nightgowns, and highly questionable choices in men's pants. The cast also includes the always colorful Alex Rocco (after his stint with Russ Meyer on Motorpsycho!), and De Aragon, who's marginally compelling in the most dynamic role of the film, was reportedly also the one inside Greedo's costume in the original Star Wars.) For shock value this is pretty much a complete bust, but if you want a surreal dip into prime SoCal trash filmmaking with no artistic value whatsoever, this is pure nirvana.
treat with heavy primary colors washing all over the screen for
a psychedelic nightmare sequence that promises something far more macabre than the feature that actually follows. Director Robert Vincent O'Neill (simply credited as Robert O'Neill on this one), who also helmed Wonder Women, The Psycho Lover, and the classic Angel, turns up for a fun audio commentary with Leslie Simms (Carpenter’s real-life acting teacher), who plays the most unglamorous role in the film as Nurse Turner. Moderated by Jeff McKay, it's a humorous conversation covering everything from Carpenter's real name and background, the varying levels of the cast's comfort with doing nudity, the creation of the wacko music score, the filming locations around Los Feliz, the genius of cinematographer Gary Graver, and the ambition of the lighting and production values for an $80,000 budget. Then Peters (who looks great) appears for an on-camera video interview in which she chats for 10 minutes about her love for working with O'Neill, the "creepy but fun" process of dying in a movie and getting stained by fake blood (and its unfortunate hair loss effects), and her memories of her co-stars. The insane theatrical trailer is also included. Packaged as part of the "Maria's B-Movie Mayhem" line, this can be played with hostess and WWE star Maria Kanellis cutting up before and after the feature as well as a second movie, Land of the Minotaur. This is the American edition of The Devil's Men (available elsewhere in its much more graphic European version with a great rock theme song), an odd Greek horror outing with Peter Cushing and Donald Pleasence. Even the packaging can't muster up much enthusiasm here ("Same 16x9 version that came out in many previous multi-packs!"), so think of it as a bonus freebie. And yeah, that one's been shuffled around on several sets from BCI and Mill Creek over the years, though at least the compression here is better than some of its more recent incarnations.
Point of Terror is that, contrary to the title itself and the lurid poster art, it is also not a horror film.
The loopy '70s drive-in upstarts at Crown International shuffled this baby around for years on double bills trying to pass it off as an extreme slasher film, but ticked-off viewers were instead confronted with an absurd, campy murder melodrama, bathed in psychedelic lighting and ripe overacting. Imagine the counterculture acid-trip marvel Cult of the Damned smashed together with a soapy Lana Turner thriller like Portrait in Black or The Big Cube, and that might begin to convey the sheer unbridled insanity awaiting in this giant, lovable hunk of celluloid Limburger.
Unfortunately he died a few years after completing his mighty trilogy (the exact year seems to be in dispute), but thankfully this film remains to convince generations of viewers that the '70s were a filmmaking decade truly unlike any other. The scene in which Thorne lures her husband to his death while the soundtrack explodes with bullfighting taunts should be enough to convince any doubters, but then the plot turns, corkscrews, and flips upside down for the final third, and you' really won't believe the last-second twist ending. A lot of credit must also go to director Alex Nichol, busy TV actor who also helmed The Screaming Skull and several television episodes. God knows what he and all four of the writers were smoking when they made this, but it must have been great. Oh yeah, and did you know that it was edited by Verna Fields, who won an Oscar for Jaws four years later?
