Anatomy of a Psycho

The perils of independent filmmaking are demonstrated in this sour, depressing movie, an example of anti-entertainment. Not a "psychotronic" film (with apologies to author Michael Weldon, who I knew quite well back when he wrote that influential tome) with some outre content, but merely a tedious crime movie, with a terrible cast, non-direction and the dubious hook decades later of having Ed Wood as one of the writers.

Were it a sexploitaton movie, within the parameters of censorship of the time, it could have been titillating. Or if it were explicitly violent in some way, that would satisfy a different audience need. But these overage juvenile delinquents on display offer zero point of identification, and the genre hooks of fantasy, horror, you name it, are missing.

So, when this was made fans could watch infinitely better crime shows on TV, ranging from police procedurals like "Naked City" to suave detectives in action, all of which featured the best talent imaginable (including numerous stars of the future like Redford, Duvall and Martin Sheen just starting out).