The Ripper

A grimy, mean-spirited slasher that plays its absurd premise straight, offering cheap shocks and a queasy, unpleasant watch.

A grim, low-rent slasher that moves quickly but leaves little impression beyond its body count.

A grimy, unsettling slow descent into obsession and violence that feels like a lurid late-night video discovery.

A grim, grimy little thriller that follows a reporter into a lurid underworld, trading scares for a slow, uneasy dread.

A grim, grimy slice of early-eighties slasher nastiness that lingers on cruelty more than suspense.

A grim, unsettling true-crime slog that lingers on madness and gore while musing on why we're fascinated by killers.

A grim, small-town cat-and-mouse thriller that lingers on the cold cruelty of a killer who turns murder into public spectacle.

A grimy low-budget slasher that trades atmosphere for sleaze, playing like a grim, talky thriller with occasional nasty shocks.

A grimy, mean-spirited cheapie that plays like a lurid urban nightmare, all snapping psychology and sudden cruelty.

A grim, straightforward slasher that grinds through its kills without much wit or atmosphere.

A short, nasty, mean-spirited slice of slasher horror that leaves you tense and unsettled rather than entertained.

A grimy, low-budget slasher that feels like a queasy descent into exploitation and dread.