KnotMissPriceless Why so much hype?

PiraBit if their story seems completely bonkers, almost like a feverish work of fiction, you ain't heard nothing yet.

Darin One of the film's great tricks is that, for a time, you think it will go down a rabbit hole of unrealistic glorification.

Cristal The movie really just wants to entertain people.

Sam Panico A young girl watches her mother get murdered. Years later, she's grown to become a famous ice skating star and is set to be married. But once she announces those nuptials in the newspaper, a stalker grows more and more obsessed with her. One by one, her friends start to die and she wonders...does she know the killer?Also known as Amok and Blood of the Undead, this film fits in to a post-Psycho and giallo yet pre-slasher world. It's also definitely British. And it's one of many films where exposure to sex as a young age makes you a killer. I'm not giving away anything but if you don't figure out the ending twist within the first few minutes unless you have never watched a horror film before.This is another Peter Walker directed, David McGillivray written film - they also worked on Frightmare, House of Whipcord and House of Mortal Sin together.Lead actress Lynne Frederick is also in the Saul Bass directed Phase IV and became the wife of Peter Sellers at the age of 22. They had a rocky marriage but his death haunted her throughout the rest of her short life, hurting her next two marriages (she was also married to David Frost). She even had a shrine to Sellers in her home. She's really good here and it's a shame her life was so rough.Plus, you get Joe Meek protege John Leyton as her husband (Meek was the producer and songwriter who pioneered space age pop), Stephanie Beacham (Dracula A.D. 1972) as the best friend (and eye candy) and Jack Watson (Peeping Tom).It never really gets to where you want it to be, but it's not the worst film. It just doesn't really understand what schizophrenia is, despite the long medical introduction. Redemption has released this film on DVD and blu-ray, so you should be able to find it used pretty cheaply. I watched it on YouTube, so there's always that, too.

Bryan Kluger 'Schizo' is a very fun slasher flick and delivers on the blood and gore all the way through. The schizo's name is William Haskin (Jack Weston), a middle aged man who is sent in a sudden rage when he reads his newspaper and sees a headline that makes him snap. That headline says 'Ice Queen to Wed', and is referring to the ice queen Samantha (Lynne Frederick), a prominent and well known figure skater. Samantha is planning on marrying a wealthy man and this does not set well for William, for reasons we don't know yet.William somehow gets into Samantha's wedding where he places a giant bloodied machete next to the wedding cake, maybe a sign of what's to come. From here, people who are close to Samantha are meeting their gruesome demise by all means of violence, including one scene i had to close my eyes in involving a sharp weapon and an eyeball. I cringe still thinking about it. With most movies like this, there is some sort of long relationship between the killer and the victim he is after, and throughout the film we are slowly give clues with twists and turns to figure out the true story.This is a fun slasher flick with all of the 70s guts and gore with some gratuitous nudity from Lynne Frederick. By all means you most likely will be able to predict the outcome of this film early on, but Pete Walker does a good job of keeping it tense and flowing along.

a_baron Have you seen the 1960 Hitchcock "classic" (so-called) "Psycho" ? So have I. I saw it when I was maybe 14, and thought it was rubbish then. I still do. Like it took me until a little after the first murder to realise what was happening. And at the very end, Hitchcock tries to turn it into a retrospective documentary. That doesn't work either. I realise this is a minority opinion, but for me the film fails. Right down to the "slasher" music. The only good thing about "Psycho" is that it inspired a generation of films, most of which were somewhat better, although that is not saying much.One film that was almost certainly so inspired a decade and a half later and infinitely better to boot is the 1976 British classic "Schizo". Made on a low budget, even the gratuitous nudity including of the gorgeous but tragic (dead at 39) Lynne Frederick couldn't save it. The film sank without trace. I saw "Schizo" at the cinema when I was not much older than the time I saw "Psycho", and I was utterly fooled.I watched it again last night – March 15 – and although I remembered the ending, it lost little of its charm. "Schizo" is an eerie psychological thriller. True, it does require a little poetic licence to work, but work it does.I didn't recall the séance, but it is clear from this cameo that the scriptwriter is not a true believer!Only more than an hour and a half into the film by which time there have been three murders, does the viewer get even a hint of the twist in the tale that is to come, on account of the damsel's detached attitude. And what a twist it is!

JoeytheBrit Samantha (Lynne Frederick) is a talented figure-skater with a troubled past who hopes to find happiness in marriage to Alan (John Leyton), a carpet manufacturer. However, the happy day is overshadowed for her by the appearance of a heavy-set stranger (Jack Watson), and things grow worse as people around her begin to die in horrible ways… This is one of those cheesy British horror flicks that would have easily-pleased teens flocking to the local Odeon back in the mid 70s, but by the early 80s its betamax-size video box sat endlessly on the rental shelves. With a plot of a thousand holes it lurches from one improbable twist to another with little regard for rationality or realism – and perhaps that's why it's not as awful to watch as many other equally bad offerings which take themselves more seriously. Influenced by Italian gallo flicks, Schizo's plot chugs along at a fair old lick, throwing surprisingly gruesome murders at the screen whenever the pace shows signs of slowing and ensuring that you're never bored, at least. Director Pete Walker even manages to throw in a couple of effective moments, such as the spooky séance scene and a rather clever transposition from the brooding William Haskin's pen swirling over Samantha's newspaper photograph to a close-up of her skates cutting corresponding lines into the ice. For every neat touch, though, there are countless drawbacks, not least of which is the future Mrs. Sellers' acting. Fredericks can't act for toffee and even – like most of us – looks better when clothed than naked, so there's only middling compensation from her couple of gratuitous nude scenes. (I wonder what happened to the gratuitous nude scene – like Vauxhall Vivas and Basil Brush, they seem to have become something of an outdated relic these days.) If you're of average intelligence you'll figure out who the killer is within half-an-hour, and it's only the bizarre actions of some of the characters that might occasionally plant a seed of doubt in your mind. There's some pleasure to be had from spotting familiar faces: dear old Queenie Watts for one, and a youngish Stephanie Beacham, badly miscast as Samantha's best friend. Jack Watson, a permanent fixture in 70s TV, also enjoys a larger than normal role as the sombre Haskins.