In the 1970s, grindhouse cinemas were awash with sleazy stories of killers and thugs, murderers and prostitutes. These low-budget thrillers often had a gritty, on-the-street look to them, just filming out in the streets amidst the crowds. Violence, drug abuse and prostitution was the norm. The best of the genre was undoubtedly TAXI DRIVER, Scorsese's excellent look at loneliness and madness, and as with any popular film it spawned rip-offs. BLOODRAGE is one of these, a delightful story about a young man who kills prostitutes.
The man is the film's main character, a kind of anti-hero who sometimes narrates his thoughts, just like De Niro. What surprised me is that BLOODRAGE is slightly above the run-of-the-mill for this particular genre, mainly because it has good direction (from Joseph Zito, who later went on to helm many an '80s action flick) and some surprisingly decent turns from the cast. Ian Scott, as the killer, has a lot of screen time and handles his role very well. He's creepy, frightening and seemingly disturbed, which is all that is needed for this kind of role. Inevitably there's a sub-plot about a cop stalking the killer, and James Johnson is also very good as this guy. The actresses playing the prostitutes are grubby and convincing, making you wonder whether they really are 'women of the night'.
What I liked best about BLOODRAGE is that it never descends into plot less gore and depravity, as with so many of these movies. Sure, it's sleazy, but that's inevitable when the entire cast list is populated with hookers, dealers and their clients. The New York locales add grimy authenticity to events, and there are one or two stand-out moments. There's a voyeuristic aspect to the movie as he goes Peeping Tom, scenes which reminded me of Hitchcock in places. There's also a ton of nudity, but for a movie called BLOODRAGE, virtually no blood, except in the opening scene. It's not a great movie, and it's forgotten today for a reason, which is misogyny. But I found it a surprisingly compelling entry in the genre that manages to hit the mark more often than not.
The man is the film's main character, a kind of anti-hero who sometimes narrates his thoughts, just like De Niro. What surprised me is that BLOODRAGE is slightly above the run-of-the-mill for this particular genre, mainly because it has good direction (from Joseph Zito, who later went on to helm many an '80s action flick) and some surprisingly decent turns from the cast. Ian Scott, as the killer, has a lot of screen time and handles his role very well. He's creepy, frightening and seemingly disturbed, which is all that is needed for this kind of role. Inevitably there's a sub-plot about a cop stalking the killer, and James Johnson is also very good as this guy. The actresses playing the prostitutes are grubby and convincing, making you wonder whether they really are 'women of the night'.
What I liked best about BLOODRAGE is that it never descends into plot less gore and depravity, as with so many of these movies. Sure, it's sleazy, but that's inevitable when the entire cast list is populated with hookers, dealers and their clients. The New York locales add grimy authenticity to events, and there are one or two stand-out moments. There's a voyeuristic aspect to the movie as he goes Peeping Tom, scenes which reminded me of Hitchcock in places. There's also a ton of nudity, but for a movie called BLOODRAGE, virtually no blood, except in the opening scene. It's not a great movie, and it's forgotten today for a reason, which is misogyny. But I found it a surprisingly compelling entry in the genre that manages to hit the mark more often than not.