videorama-759-859391 Why does this movie suffer? Many reasons, and it's it own fault. You know a movies in trouble where the faceless killer's revealed at the start, with all the credits coming up the screen and if it's closing. If you caught your VHS tape at that moment, and rewound it, within a couple of seconds, with the tape stopping, you would give wonder, and that's how you'll feel all the way through this crap. The film has a good premise, and could really had potential, if approached right. "But no". What's happening here, is they've decided to make a porn movie but also a drama with a real story. You can't have it both ways. If this wasn't a sex film, you could of have a really good movie. There is some appalling "What the F" acting here, not from everyone, but I'd say the majority, and you'll definitely pick em. The plot sees a serial killer raping and killing women, one a fifteen year old girl, who we only hear about, thankfully. But we can't be thankful for much in A Scream In The Streets. One such scene I'm thankful for in a way, is the massage scene, featuring a sickie and a hottie, getting it on. Now riddle me this: the heartless owner gets a bottle smashed across his face, but no blood. I've seen unproduced films that are better than this crap. Honestly. You note too, the grainy picture with those lines running down the screen. This is just a shoddy and pathetic movie with so many pathetic moments, plus one of the worst drop dead falls, I've ever seen. Most of the cast deserve time in prison, but if acquitted, should do acting classes as probation. The people behind the movie should of made a choice, to just do a porno, or an actual movie, but they've done both, and look what's happened. There's some scenes that have nothing to do with the movie, where also there's some drawn out sex scenes, that deviate from the story.

Scarecrow-88 A woman-hating rapist transvestite killer on the rampage. Here's another oddity from the fine folks at Something Weird Video. To tell you the truth, this is just a basic subplot where the killer is mentioned in dialogue a few times (by cops) and has about three scenes with women in or near a park (including the opening credits where he gets to undress a fainted victim) where he earns their trust (even a woman cop undercover who tells him that she is undercover!) before threatening (and eventually killing) with a knife. Most of the film spends time with two plain clothes cops, on the job arresting druggies, a peeping tom, and a hold-up murderer. The rest consists of sex with a cop shagging the redheaded dispatching officer, two stoners (the peeping tom eyeballs them happily), the head detective and his concerned wife (she is worried about his safety with that rapist/killer on the loose; and rightfully so, since he'll meet a tragic fate thanks to the trans-psycho), and two lesbian lovers (peeping tom eyes them, too). There's a lengthy sequence in a "massage parlor" (that involves an old man banging one of the hired help; nothing makes me more flaccid than an old man's ass in close-up getting spanked or an old man faking pleasure in a weak-ass attempt to convince us in a softcore sex scene with her) which has the owner ordering his female employee to do her job as a pleasurer for their client who likes to rough up the girls (when she is whipped repeatedly by this old fart, the owner demands the police get him some help, not the least bit worried about the wellbeing of his employee; nice guy, this prick). As a plotted film, Scream in the Streets stinks. As a sex film, it has its moments. While not exactly beauties, the girls that get naked have nice figures and seem comfortable nude in front of the camera and joyfully randy with their partners. The film is a mixture of softcore/hardcore. You get oral sex and flashes of pecker. There are some shootouts with blood packets popping as the bad guys are downed by the cops. The dialogue has lots of laughable back-and-forth foreplay (particularly the cop and his dispatch lady) or "cop talk", with the criminals verbally antagonistic towards them. Then the wife voices her concerns to the cop who tries to assure her that everything will be alright (but her concerns are warranted and end up coming true). Without the sex (which can be a bit too softcore and staged; like the stoners because the girl's panties stay on while her man dry humps her on their waterbed, and he orally pleasures her with them on), I can't figure this film has much of interest to even the hardcore SW audience. The transvestite is clearly a man under a grandma wig (could have come right off the head of Vicki Lawrence from Mama's Family) although he fools everyone, including the male cops at the end. Seeing an old man shagging a much-younger girl does have a niche audience who enjoys that kind of sex, but the softcore work between the two actors is so poorly performed, I can't imagine even that crowd will find this scene much to be desired. For me, the girls aren't bad to look at and I enjoy women who are uninhibited in front of the camera, but otherwise, this left me wanting. I guess as a curio before the hardcore sex craze in the 70s fully bloomed this film might be of some intrigue. I can't imagine it offers much more than that, however. As a cop film, the cast, characters, and their story need to be compelling enough to keep our attention; but this is clearly more inspired as a sex film.

Ralf Beckers OK, this was a bit of a disappointment. I purchased the German version of this movie from eBay which appears to be an ancient rental copy. The cover is really nice, it pictures a man with an axe dismembering a screaming woman. The German title literally is The Slaughterer and has the following catch lines on the cover: Chopped alive, he hates all women, his only love is his axe.Unfortunately, the movie is quite different than what the advertising on the VHS cover suggests. Its 80 minutes long (PAL version) and not even ten minutes are devoted to the killer and his work. The lion share of celluloid is used for a number of rather steamy sex scenes, you get to see some genital parts indeed. The rest is second unit shots of the two cops driving their car doing their job.The only thing that makes the movie worth watching 8and that is only the first 40 minutes of it) is a long scene in a brothel where an old pervert is doing his thing on a masseuse. The dialog is really fun.The two or three scenes with the killer an his victims are mediocre at best. You don't get to see any stabbing, just the results.This movie is real turkey and can only be beared when intoxicated. This film should NOT be viewed by minors.

gavcrimson WARNING SPOILERS INCLUDED 'The World is Full of Freaks' remarks one cop to another in A Scream in the Streets and the film itself seems on a quest to prove his point. A detective thriller by way of a transvestite horror movie by way of the down and dirtiest kind of sexploitation feature. Scream takes no prisoners, even as the credits are rolling we're privy to a berserk man in drag roughing up a girl and tearing her clothes off. The film takes place over a hot week in LA as cop Ed Haskell, married and by the book has to act partner to Bob Streeker a hotheaded bachelor. In a threadbare Dragnet fashion they drive around LA acting as a link to the films gamut of criminal behaviour. At a downtown massage parlour the bearded owner rages at one of his girls who wants nothing to do with a customer nicknamed 'Fanny Freak'. Mr Fanny Freak is a rich, decrepit, skinny bald old man whose rough treatment has already sent one of the girls down to the hospital. Eventually the girl plays along, Fanny Freak gets to give her the massage and genially gets his dollars worth from her but this does little to cram the urge for his vice. Fanny Freak eventually goes into a tantrum smashing the owner over the face with a bottle and moving in on the girl- chasing her around the parlour with his belt. Deeper in suburbia a bloated voyeur who like a punch drunk boxer is mad at the world, peeps through a window at a swinger couple smoking dope. Dressed in a joke shop 50's nostalgia outfit the woman inexplicably resembles some gangster's moll who has fallen on hard times and has to appear in loops with the ugliest looking man imaginable. It all gets too much for Streeker who seems to be in one foul mood that gradually gets worse and worse as the week progresses. He works off his aggression by blowing holes in bank robbers or stomping suspects. All the while the threat of the transvestite sex killer looms in the background. Despite his fat legs, pink dresses and blonde wig, the transvestite is somehow undetected as he prowls around a park. Whenever he's near a woman he freaks-out, laughing hysterically while issuing twisted demands at knife-point before performing psycho surgery on the women when things get too hot. 'I hate you, I hate all women, you're rotten ohhhh' he says as he pummels an undercover policewoman. Too empathise what a fiend the transvestite is we're told he's picked off one of Haskell's teenage neighbours, a fact that jars Mrs Haskell who its revealed was the victim of a similar teenage assault. We last see the Peeping Tom trailing a woman home, in the process learning she's part of a bored housewives group who have made making out behind their husband's backs an afternoon pastime. A mock twister game provides the films lewdest sight gag as the girls manage to keep the peeper occupied while phoning the police at the same time. Scream was shot in 1972 the same year that would see Deep Throat and its ilk legitimatize triple X rated films. Seemingly anticipating the gradual change from softcore to hardcore, Scream takes 'soft X' as far as it would go... maybe further. Like in the late Carl Monson's most popular offering Please Don't Eat My Mother the appearance of well known sex actresses in the cast as well as an hitherto unheard of on screen frankness poses a good case for Scream being shot as hardcore and then cut down for a more general release. Scream is also a bigger Trojan horse in that like producer Harry Novak's 1970 film The Booby Trap its extreme nature was down-played in its publicity which favoured to sell it as a straight forward crime thriller. A Scream in the Streets is less a straightforward narrative than a group of sadistic outbursts that skips on few fetish. You sit transfixed, always anticipating the worst as its degenerate character actors get ready to explode like fireworks. Uncannily suited to their scummy parts you wonder if Monson didn't just spot these people on the streets of LA, roll down his window and holler 'hey creep wanna be in a movie? theres some really purrtey girls in it'. Rarely seen in its 86 minute entirety, cut versions bearing titles like Scream Street and Girls in the Street often lose quite a deal of footage with the fanny freak or the bored housewives club scenarios being the first to be snipped or lost. A Scream in the Streets waves its Hollywood Boulevard sleaze flag high, capturing a place at its most extreme and lawless which makes its on the street shootouts and grubby massage parlours all too believable. The weeklong madness ends in its final sucker punch. The transvestite works over another girl then kills Haskell in the confusion. Finally he gets his comeuppance when he learns that men in dresses should not call an armed cop a 'schmuck'. The ironic fade out brings full circle the films cycle of violent men who can't control themselves, but what really sticks in your mind is that Scream's violent events are probably all ready to be played out again the following week.