Time has not been kind to this over long not very good thriller. I think time has erased any and all good will that the filmmakers had, which considering how dull boring and jaw droppingly awful this film can be wasn't much to begin with. The basic plot has a lounge singer (at the local Lobster House) having dreams of murder and adultery. Actually its a dream that seems to be coming true. This is one of those hip and happening films that was made in the late sixties and early seventies that was made by a bunch of people who didn't know what hip and happening was. they were the sort of people that were into Plastics, like in the Graduate. I can't see this film ever connecting with an audience. The musical sequences have to be seen to be believed, certainly the opening jumpsuit piece deserves to be more than enough proof that some people should never be allowed to dance. Recommended only for insomniacs and those wishing to atone for some past wrong.
Review of Point of Terror
