It's obviously very low budget but this was no excuse for such cheap schlock. This is mostly a succession of not-so-great stripping scenes at a strip club (where women only bare their breasts) cut with short, disappointing murders committed by a masked maniac dubbed Hatchetman because of the weapon he seems to use. This is also a festival of horrible acting headlined by the obnoxious, overacting building manager and by the biggest-breasted star stripper. The grieving scenes are particularly pathetic and fake. The only not-so-bad actors are probably the detective and the new curly-haired stripper. The writing is below soap-opera quality. The build-up to the murders is lame (except the first one) and the murders themselves are over in a flash with a splash of blood on a wall and a quick glance (or not) of the victim. There's no suspense, no horror. There's a pretense at a murder mystery but it quickly becomes obvious who the killer is. The characters act stupidly and unrealistically. The ending is beyond lame. This pathetic, oblivious, unoriginal and unfunny excuse for a B-movie film is not worth watching.
Rating: 2 out of 10 (terrible)
