Naked Massacre, 1976
(Also known as Born for Hell.)
Vile. The kind of movie you need to take a shower after… with a wire brush, just to make sure.
An American veteran of Viet Nam ends up in Belfast, Ireland, waiting for a ship that can take him back to the US. He is, of course, a sociopath and a misogynist, and ends up spending his time in a house full of ten nurses (or about that many, anyhow), torturing them, raping some, humiliating them all, and murdering them. He gets away, but one survives, he finds out that he can be identified, tries to kill himself, ends up in the hospital, and the doctor cleaning him up sees his tatoo, says “You’re the one,” and that’s it.
Slasher movies aren’t my thing, but this isn’t even a slasher movie. In a slasher film, there is some sort of morality at play, wherein the victims are doomed by their flaws.
It’s trying to be something else, probably something “important”, but who freaking cares? There’s no one to sympathize with, the sociopathic vet (a cliché, even in 1976) is our viewpoint character and thus the one with whom we’re supposed to identify, and the victims are attempts (pretty sad ones, at that) at real characters, instead of simple characteristics that do something to deserve their fate.
There is absolutely nothing redeeming or worthwhile in this film. Even the nudity is put into a repugnant context, rendering it despicable rather than enjoyable. It is grim, bleak, and pointless. Avoid it at all costs.
If you don’t want to take my word for it, it’s on the Chilling Classics 50 Movie Pack — and nowhere else. Mill Creek Entertainment couldn’t even see their way to including it on one of their 250 movie packs, and that’s got to tell you something. (There are other, pretty good, reasons to pick up the Chilling Classics pack, but boy oh boy is this not one of them.)