A Scream in the Streets

A cross-dressing serial killer/rapist in drag beats a woman to death before the opening credits start rolling, and that's pretty much the entire movie. From there we see two cops start going about their rounds to find the killer, which never amounts to anything except that this thing turns into a porno flick with endless sex scenes and a peeping tom who always happens to find the right window at the right time so he can watch. I like gratuitous sex as much as the next guy, but there is a limit in a straight "feature", and certainly not when it's unimaginatively presented and whatever existing plot line was initiated completely becomes ignored. This is a very bad movie. 0 out of ****

There is a cross-dressing rapist/murder on the loose and two plain clothed cops are on the case, but they are too busy battling peeping tom, foodmart robber, and having personal problems in this run-of-the-mill action film. One actress looks like Colleen Brennen. The video print is the edited down version, but still has most of the stuff intact. Could've been a good cop film, but the paper thin script made it impossible to like. Suprisingly has a decent car chase for a low-budget film. Not recommended.

Jaded veteran detective Ed Haskell (a solid performance by Joshua Bryant) and his eager new partner Bob Streeker (likeable Frank Bannon) go after a crazed transvestite psycho rapist (a hilariously unconvincing portrayal by Con Covert) who's been terrorizing Los Angeles. The pair also deal with other assorted criminal riffraff. Director Carl Monson relates the enjoyably sordid story at a constant pace, maintains an appropriately in-your-face raw'n'scuzzy tone throughout, and delivers more than enough tasty bare female skin and scorching semi-hardcore sex to satisfy grindhouse cinema fans. Moreover, we also get lots of hysterically profane dialogue along with a pretty good and exciting car chase. Vibrant redhead vixen Sharon Kelly lends delightful support as sassy police dispatcher Jenny while soft-core regulars Sandy Carey, Sandy Dempsey, and Angela Carnon supply extra sizzle. The funky-throbbing score hits the get-down groovy spot. A total trashy blast.