Poor Tony (Bob Meyer). A lowly employee in a mannequin factory, he's shy, lonely, and awkward. His co-workers are able to gab about their sexual escapades, but not him. Completely inept around women, Tony resorts to a pretty drastic move. Then something is set off inside him, and he begins to strangle the voluptuous young beauties of Times Square.
This is one of the lesser movies to be found on Something Weird multi-movie sets, to be sure. Undemanding devotees of the sexploitation genre may find some appeal in ogling bare breasts for the better part of one hour, and not care whether there's an actual story or not. The girl watching can only do so much for a tale with no real style, a limited amount of depravity, and characters who are all ciphers.
The truth is that not very much ever happens in "The Sex Killer". Even though this thing runs a mere 56 minutes, there's notable padding, as we see Tony and others go through the motions at work, and as Tony spends ample time leering at topless rooftop sunbathers through his newly purchased binoculars.
"The Sex Killer" doesn't really have anything to distinguish it other than the spectacle of seeing Tony take a mannequin head on a DATE. The acting is actually fairly decent, especially from Meyer, and the persistent rock soundtrack is pretty groovy.
While this viewer commends those folks at Something Weird for unearthing as many trashy obscurities like this as possible, not all of them can be winners.
Five out of 10.
