Coventry "Night after Night after Night" is a sleazy and gritty British thriller from the 70's that shamelessly covers all the until then known taboos. In fact, the movie exclusively deals with perverted and sleazy topics. There's nudity aplenty, as well as misogynist violence and more perverted sicko-characters than you can wave a stick at. There's a sadist killer at large in London, targeting attractive blond women between the ages 20 and 30. When Jenny, the wife of detective in charge Bill Rowan, becomes one of the victims, the grieving husband becomes obsessed with finding the culprit. He has a suspect but no evidence, and the more murders are being committed, the more it seems like Detective Rowan has a personal grudge against his suspect. Then there's also the even more fascinating sub plot of an extremely puritan judge – sort of like a modern day version of Witchfinder General, as described by one of the characters – who condemns every prostitute to a maximum penalty and considers himself to be on a one-man crusade to rid society of the cancer called sex. Ironically enough, he has an assistant who's a sex- addict and reads pornographic magazines in court. "Night after Night after Night" is a very sober and downbeat film. It's sometimes even harshly unpleasant to look at, but it remains fascinating and creepy throughout. The film relies on great performances from a largely unfamiliar cast and a very courageous script that is quite ahead of its time.

rose-294 British Night after night after night (1969), written by Dail Ambler and directed by Lewis J. Force (Lindsay Shonteff), is sometimes erroneously called as Jack Ripper film. This is not the case: Night after night after night is set in 1960's London and features misogynist serial killer whose main (albeit not only) targets just happen to be prostitutes. In 1960's and 1970's it was fashionable to preach against the evils of older generations, while the sleaze and slime of younger one was either celebrated or denied: thus, it may not be just coincidence, who is the killer in Night after night after night. The film has three sleazy suspects: young man whore, porn-obsessed misogynist and quite pitiful middle-aged judge. Guess who is the killer? So trashily made it is actually quite fun to mock, although Jack May's judge, albeit hardly likable, evoked sort of pity in me.

lazarillo This movie is not nearly as good as Jorge Grau's very similar "Pena del Muerte", but it is in English (or in British anyway). It is surprisingly sleazy for a British film of that time period with a generous amount of depravity on display. A modern-day Jack the Ripper is stalking the mini-skirted young lasses of Swinging London. A hedonistic youth who is (quite unaccountably) a metaphoric ladykiller is suspected of being the real one by the lead detective on the case. Not surprisingly though, the real killer is someone much more entrenched in the establishment, which the detective hero only discovers after his pretty young wife has become a potential victim.This movie is similar to the seemingly reactionary but actually very subversive and anti-authoritarian movies Pete Walker would be making five years later ("House of the Whipcord", "The Confessional"). But unfortunately it is pretty ham-handedly executed and just not very good. It does offer a view of Swinging London at the time that it was all actually happening, but it is a rather myopic view and is seen more from the perspective of the moralistic detective and dirty old rotter magistrate than from the hip youth of the the era (the only real nude scene for instance is a skanky stripper doffing it all for some gaping oldsters in a seedy nightclub). It is very sleazy, if you consider that a plus. And even though the identity of the killer is pretty apparent, the ending is memorable. It's not as hypocritical at least as many British films of the era that railed against jaded youth while missing no opportunity to look up their mini-skirts or inside their blouses. Worth a look anyway.

EyeAskance A rash of brutal slayings leads Scotland Yard investigators to a pompous mod hipster, but the true culprit may be a lot closer to home than anyone realizes. This glowering little slasher genre prototype is a leering and perverse cocktail of sexual depravity, and may be of more than just passing interest to fans of both gialli and lurid trash cinema. Briskly paced compared to many contemporaneous British thrillers, this one surprises with steady direction, credible performances, and occasional off-kilter camera-work which enhances the delirium of the grisly goings-on. One standout flaw is the film's weak conclusion...though not unsatisfactory, it's a tad anti-climatic and hurried. Pardonable inconsistencies aside, a very worthwhile watch. 6.5/10