Teddie Blake The movie turns out to be a little better than the average. Starting from a romantic formula often seen in the cinema, it ends in the most predictable (and somewhat bland) way.

Ella-May O'Brien Each character in this movie — down to the smallest one — is an individual rather than a type, prone to spontaneous changes of mood and sometimes amusing outbursts of pettiness or ill humor.

Nicole I enjoyed watching this film and would recommend other to give it a try , (as I am) but this movie, although enjoyable to watch due to the better than average acting fails to add anything new to its storyline that is all too familiar to these types of movies.

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.

Woodyanders Geeky misogynistic psycho electrician Jason Gant (nicely played with convincing awkwardness by Randolph Roberts) has a nasty habit of picking off lovely blonde lady guests who check in, but never check out of the swanky California seaside resort hotel he works at. Jason plans on killing spunky lounge singer Lisa James (ravishing drive-in movie goddess Tiffany Bolling in peak sultry and spirited form) next. It's up to shrewd and dashing house detective Rick Stewart (a smooth and suave performance by David Bailey) to stop the wacko before it's too late. Writer/director Richard L. Bare and cinematographer Frederick Gately make extremely inspired, inventive, and even downright ingenious use of split screen throughout almost the entire picture; they also further tart things up with a few freeze frames, a couple of superimpositions, and several sepia-tinted flashbacks which explain how Jason become a dangerously demented homicidal lunatic (yep, he was molested by some evil hag woman). Bare manages to milk a good deal of tension from the tongue-in-cheek premise, maintains a constant brisk pace, adds a generous sprinkling of cool touches (a weird old lady organist plays gloomy music cues from "The Phantom of the Opera" and Jason uses a dumbwaiter and the hotel's elaborate ventilation system to sneak around), and tosses in occasional witty moments of amusing sardonic humor (for example, a longtime hotel resident claims she was once a successful ballet dancer, but we're shown that she worked as a tawdry go-go gal at some sleazy dive instead!). The sound supporting cast helps a lot: Scott Brady as gruff, brutish Sergeant Ramsey, Edward Byrnes as swinging playboy lifeguard Hank Lassiter, Arthur O'Connell as grumpy handyman Mr. Fenley, Diane McBain as Jason's first victim Dolores Hamilton, Roger Bowen as stern, uptight manager Simmons, and ubiquitous exploitation feature regular Patrick Wright in a quick uncredited bit as an abusive jerk. Moreover, it's a total treat to see the gorgeous Bolling heartily belt out the insanely groovy theme song while slinking about on stage in a sparkly sequin dress. Philip Springer's spooky-moody score hits the atmospheric spot. The supremely macabre, gripping, and thrilling conclusion is executed with considerable style and gusto. An incredibly fun flick with a gnarly visual gimmick.

rokcomx TCM is showing the weirdest 1974 psycho killer film, Wicked Wicked. It takes place at the historic (and reportedly haunted) Hotel Del Coronado in San Diego, set up to be a residential hotel.Almost the whole movie is done in split-screen. Not like the TV show 24 where they show different things happening at the same time - instead, the second screen illustrates backstory and foreshadowing with flashbacks, internal thoughts, and just weird little bits of the story - like, on one screen the creepy kid is telling a pretty girl he studied chemistry, and the other screen shows him young and reading a book on embalming. The music is all soap opera organ (we even see the guy playing it on occasion?!) and the script seems to spoof slasher movies, but it's very well played. It's just so offbeat, I really enjoyed it - I had to stop what I was doing so I could watch closely and absorb the two different POVs running side by side. Never heard of it before - just saw the Hotel Del in the opening shots, and stayed on this channel ------Aside from some interesting storytelling, it's a love letter to the Hotel Del - a bunch of exterior shots, from different angles, plus the Crown Room, the west bell lobby, the beachfront and fountain pools, and a lot of hall and interior shots that sher look like the Hotel itself. The "Wicked Wicked" theme song is still stuck in my head - it's performed on stage I think 2 1/2 times, plus it runs over the credits, a schmaltzy James Bond lounge affair...the girl singer kind of gargles the lyrics, but in a creepy cool way that I THINK may have been intentional parody (she may have been doing Sammy Davis Jr) --Just an odd, interesting little film -

lazarillo This movie has several strikes against it from the outset. First off, is the split-screen ("duo-vision") gimmick, which is effective when used sparingly by filmmakers like Brian DePalma (or going WAY back silent French filmmaker Abel Gance), but is pretty annoying when used extensively (check out the ill-advised sequel "More American Graffitti"), and likely to give many viewers a splitting headache. Then there is the killer who is stalking a seaside hotel. The movie not only makes no attempt to hide his identity from the start, but the clues he leaves along the way are so incredibly obvious that you want to scream at the protagonist (a dimwitted, womanizing security guard)for not being able to figure out who he is. Finally there's the wretched theme song ("Wicked, wicked, that's the ticket. . .") that was apparently actually sung by actress Tiffany Bolling, who should have stuck to stripping off in bad movies like this (and speaking a stripping off, Bolling takes her usual gratuitous shower in this movie behind a particularly opaque shower curtain, just to add insult to injury).Despite all this though, I kind of enjoyed this movie. It has an enjoyably nasty sense of humor, and only in the 1970's could anyone possibly get away with making a wrongheaded experiment in cinematic ineptitude like this and still have it backed by a major studio (MGM). As for those who find this misogynistic or offensive, check out a couple other Tiffany Bolling vehicles/feminist treatises "The Candy Snatchers" and "Centerfold Girls" sometime!

F Gwynplaine MacIntyre I admire any movie that tries to change the language of film, even though such efforts nearly always fail. 3-D was a fad that was almost never used properly ('Inferno' being a rare exception). Smell-O-Vision and Odorama were never more than stunts. 'The Door in the Wall', with its fascinating use of Dynamic Frame, proved too unwieldy for exhibition on a large scale.'Wicked, Wicked' was filmed in something cried Duo-Vision ... which means that, except for the opening credits, the entire film is shown in split-screen. Now, split-screen is a valid story-telling device when it's used intelligently and sparingly. A great example is in 'The Silence of the Lambs', during the exciting sequence in which Clarice Starling and a team of FBI agents are going to two separate houses simultaneously. But 'Wicked, Wicked' has two things happening at the same go for the *entire* movie. Sadly, one of them is (mostly) irrelevant, and the other one is painfully trite.SPOILERS COMING THICK AND FAST. At the beginning of the movie, we see a woman seat herself at an organ and begin playing some Phantom of the Opera music, which she continues to play throughout the film. She's dressed in an elaborate formal outfit that would be appropriate for a concert-hall recital, yet she's all alone. Also, the actress cast in this role is so spectacularly ugly that I couldn't believe her looks were coincidental. I was positive she was going to turn out to be a supernatural witch, or something similar. No; her looks *are* irrelevant. In fact, this woman and her organ music are completely irrelevant. She sits there fingering her organ through the entire film, yet she never interacts with any of the other characters, nor do any of them seem to hear her organ music. The scriptwriter just wants to have *two* events occurring simultaneously (for the sake of the split-screen gimmick), so we get this irrelevant organ recital.The main plot concerns a resort hotel in a remote location. The very pretty Tiffany Bolling arrives as a black-haired nightclub singer who's been booked by the hotel. Her black hair doesn't match her fair complexion. Um, but some nutter is killing brunettes, so the local cop decides she ought to turn blonde as a matter of self-preservation. Bolling spends most of the flick as a blonde, and looks much prettier with long golden locks than with long raven tresses ... but she looks a natural blonde who was pretending to be brunette, not the other way round.The identity and whereabouts of the psycho are no mystery, as we watch him (on one-half of the split-screen) through most of the film. Randolph Roberts plays a disaffected youth whose mother was mean to him, so now he's just gotta go slicing pretty girls. Guess who he's picked out as his next victim.Tiffany Bolling is no actress, but she's so damned pretty that I kept watching. Still, it's painful to hear her singing this movie's awful title song 'Wicked, Wicked ... that's the ticket...' on one side of the screen while Roberts flicks his knife on the other side of the screen. I kept expecting the old Warner Brothers cartoon gag where the character on one side of a split screen reaches across the partition to the other side.Character actress Madeleine Sherwood, whom I've always liked, is stuck here in a pathetic role as a sub-Tennessee Williams dowager who has fallen on bad times, and is desperately trying to avoid eviction from the hotel after her money has run out. If you're waiting for this subplot to link up with the psycho killer or his blonde prey, keep waiting. Soon after this, Sherwood's acting career declined to the point where she ended up doing low-budget commercials for Hansel & Gretel cold cuts. I used to confuse Madeleine Sherwood with silent-film actress Madeline Hurlock, who married playwright Robert Sherwood.'Wicked, Wicked' is written and directed by Richard L Bare. Despite this film, I've a lot of respect for Bare's career. He had extensive film and television credits -- including the entire run of 'Green Acres' after the pilot episode, plus some classic 'Twilight Zone' episodes -- and he also wrote an excellent textbook on film directing. He was probably hoping that 'Wicked, Wicked' would be his prestige hit ... but it's just boring and pretentious. I'll rate this movie 2 points out of 10: one point out of kindness to Bare, and one point because Tiffany Bolling is so sexy.