Handsome gym teacher living in a beachfront apartment has women trouble: they're drawn to him, but he's suffering from a mental block (blame it on Mommy) and freezes up before sex, leading to an outburst of violence. Tired, cheapjack serial killer sleaze from talented writer-director Curtis Hanson (re-released by Roger Corman a few years later as "The Arousers", with the addition of naked babes) hasn't enough going on in it. Tab Hunter apparently took on the leading role to show off his range (limited to begin with), but if he had hoped this low-grade junk would be his "Boston Strangler" he was mistaken. Hanson doesn't delve into depth of character or even provide much of a background for the killer; his work is that of a rank amateur. Hunter's coach is just a woman-hating psychopath fending off the affections of naked women, all of whom are humiliated by the camera. A depressing experience. * from ****
Review of Sweet Kill
