KILLING SPREE...KILLING SPREE...KILLING SPREE...I'm singing those
words in a loungey falsetto, just for you. The lyrics aren't in
the movie soundtrack Jumpin' Joe and myself claim rights to those.
Ahhhhh, that which is KILLING SPREE.
You know, what is it about us film geeks that makes us so willing
to praise work of past genre geniuses like William Girdler, Ron
Ormond, Al Adamson and so on and totally ignore out comtemporaries.
Sure some squeak through, the Tromas and the Fred Olen Rays, but
how about the guys who are truly going at it independant style
and have been for years. The punk rock of filmmaking in the true
sense. This is the spirit of Killing Spree and of the filmmaker
Tim Ritter. Whether the be direct to video or current grindhouse
fodder. Ritter's Dirty Cop, No Donut just ran in Times Square
for Christ's Sake, Ritter has truly wallowed in independance,
along with bodily fluids, excrement and a few other things to
bring his vision to light. But enough about that...KILLING SPREE!
Bro. George showed up a while ago at an early video luau with
some of the work of Tim Ritter, Killing Spree's awesome box art
caught my eye...a nubile, bikini clad brunette super-imposed on
the top of the box and a blood covered, screaming nar-do-well
said to me "c'mon in, Prof. Tread." So we did.
Just a brief side note: Many times during these movie watching
get-togethers Bro. George decides that he needs his rest and that
Jumpin's Joe's couch offers him something that his nice warm bed
for some reason cannot. So let it be noted, Bro. George slept
through that which is KILLING SPREE!
This from the box: Young newlywed Tom Russo believes his lucious
new wife Leeza is having sexual encounters with their suburban
neighbors and visitors. Tom retaliates by launching a methodical
and highly inventive campaign to murder the lovers, utilizing
such unexpected devices as a killer ceiling fan, an ordinary screwdriver,
and a lawn mower! Bit Tom's victims don't intend to lie buried
peacefully in his backyard... they're coming back from the dead...
There you go I am not going to try and outwrite the brilliant
Tim Ritter as far as plot synopsis goes. What I am going to do
is touch upon some of the highlights and some possible questions
that you to will probably be asking when you choose Killing spree
for your viewing pleasure one evening real soon.
First off, Tom Russo, our main character played by Asbestos Felt...wowsa,
this guy hates porkchops, why Tim? As director what was the movitation
for Tom(Asbestos) to be some damn upset with the other white meat?
And Tom's best friend, is at least 25 years his senior, Tom, I
understand very early in the film, is not very likable...good
work Mr. Ritter. We are subjected to Tom Russo, being frustrated,
unable to make ends meet down at the garage where he works on
airplanes? His nubile wife wants to help but no, no, no, Tom being
the proud airplance mechanic he is, will not have it. You can
cut the damn frustration with a ginsu in the Russo household.
Man, is this Tennesse Williams, hell no, this is Tim Ritter, man,
auteur, writer, director since age of 19 or something. Tom is
plagued with bizarre dreams including a surreal "head job"
that literally is a head job. This frustration leads to the unwinding
of an already unlikeable guy and Ritter takes us on a journey
as each day Tom reads another passage from his wife's journal
another journey laborer who is trying hard to deliver quality
service at a fair price meets his come-uppence.
Wow, the allegory of it all. This fucker is deep, this Tim Ritter,
you thought this review was just gonna be about blood and tits.
Oh no way, not with this heavy duty use of serious film tools
that Mr. Ritter has chosen to wield. Tom even looses it with is
ol' buddy and his ol' buddy's mohawked love interest. The far
deeper question to be asked is "why the fuck doesn't Tom
kill his whoring assed wife and get it over with!" Because
Mr. Ritter has other plans for Tom Russo and those plans are....Fuck
You, watch it yourself. KILLING SPREE! If H.G. Lewis is the The
Godfather of Gore, Tim Ritter is The Bastard Fifth Cousin (twice
removed) of Gore. So fuuuuuuuuuck you, get all of Tim's classics
Truth or Dare, Dirty Cop No Donut, and remember that all those
guys you praise and dedicate web-sites and magazines to because
they were trying to make movies and they had no cold hard cash
to do it big-like, so they made these odd little pictures that
you have ended up loving have some evil mutated spawn out there
that are alive and well...one of them just might be Tim Ritter.
KILLING SPREE... KILLING SPREE...KILLING SPREE. Damn I gotta see
if Tim can get me a copy of the soundtrack!
Oh by the way the "official" DVD of Killing Spree is
right around the corner according to Tim Ritter as well has the
behind the scenes of the making of this 1986 craptastic bastardpiece.
For those more daring the "bootleg" DVD is out there
on EBAY and the VHS is available almost anywhere.
|I don't want to give
too much away but....
|Tom Russo, wound
tighter than Dick's hatband.
|Ladies, would you
fuck around on this guy?
Tread needs mail
Black Gestapo Black
Girl From Tobacco Row
Rape Squad Join
The Meateater Do
Dixie Dynamite POW!
Run Stranger Run
Horror House On Hwy 5
Behind Locked Doors It's
Nailgun Massacre Some
Bat Pussy It had to
Thunder Alley It is
Blood Freak A Classic
The Geek Bigfoot Porn
High School Ghosthustlers
Frankenstein Island You
SuperCock Not that kinda
The Alienator Feeling
Angel Midnight Fantasy
Vanity and the Beast
Tim Ritter's $0 budget wonder
Nightmare Prof. Tread
still can't sleep.
Shanty Tramp She is sumpin'
If Footmen Tire You...?
Viva' Knievel Evel of
The Killing Of A Chinese
Bookie! Smart Guy.
The Pink Angels Gayness,
The Burning The 80's,
ahhh the 80's.
Q - The Winged Serpant! Larry
Fight For Your Life!
WARNING Racist content
Walking Tall Buford Pusser
in the Hizouse!
Sleepaway Camp Internet
Born Losers Ya Loser!
Shriek of the Mutilated
Bro. George gets busy.
Bury Me An Angel
Gal Biker and more.
The Grim Reaper Reap
Abby One of William Girdler's
Deadbeat At Dawn A
Sonny Boy Carradine,
Great Hollywood Rape-Slaughter
Savage Weekend. Take
Dead and Buried. A Should-be
Hot Summer In Barefoot
Night Train To Terror
Revenge of the Cheerleaders
I Drink Your Blood Glug,
Vixen Russ Meyer and breasts!
Truck Stop Women Honnnk
Daddy's Deadly Darling!
Flesh Feast Maggots!
Soapy the Germ Fighter!
Why Doesn't Cathy Eat Breakfast?
Moonshine County Express!
The Night God Screamed!
White Dog Racists Pets!
Hunter's Blood City
Slickers get offed!
Devil Times Five Sean
Terror at the Red Wolf Inn
Headless Eyes See It
World's Greatest Sinner
One of the best!
The Baby! Goo Goo!
Summer Camp Nightmare Viva
Attack of the Beast Creatures
Let's Play Dead Incest
Island of Death Vacation
Evil Come, Evil Go! Bye,
Darktown Strutters Get
Poor Pretty Eddie Deep