Paul Hibbard’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Movies don't create psychos. Movies make psychos more creative" -Billy Loomis
I'm ashamed it took me so long to watch this gem. A film-obsessed loner who goes on a killing spree and is so influenced by films that you see flashes of the movies he's emulating while killing.
I relate so much seeing life as a movie, since I've had film on my mind my entire life. I mean my tendencies tend to be more towards personal relationships being like the movies, and not so much psychotic killings. But killings make for a better movie.
I don't even know how to classify this one. I suppose a horror. Regardless of the genre, it's just a fascinating watch. And I'm incredibly impressed to watch a movie buff of this degree in 1980. Today with the internet and cellphones and streaming, it's incredibly easy. Back then you needed projectors, film reels and magazines. That's passion.