There will be a lot of people who point to Chuck Parello's The Hillside Strangler and praise it on how brave the take on the subject matter is. And these perverts loved every minute of it. Thus begins the reign of terror of The Hillside Strangler, an entity of evil that had the second largest city in American in the grips of complete and utter panic. The dead bodies are then dumped along the suburban lawns and local parks of Los Angeles. They take them back to Buono's house, where they rape and murder them. Looking for a little retribution of their own, they stalk and kidnap young women – mostly hookers. When the pissed off pimps arrive for payback, Bianchi and Buono are suddenly out of business. They begin a prostitution ring and even go so far as to buy a John list from a local lady of the night. It's not long before the two are inseparable. Upon arriving, Ken is introduced to Angelo Buono and his wild swinger's lifestyle. Thinking it may be a sign that his life was about to change, he eventually makes the move. Eventually, his adoptive mother suggested he go off to Los Angeles and hang out with his cousin. Desperate to get a job with the police, he took every rejection personally. No matter what he tried, he could never succeed. Unfortunately, the third time is not so lucky for this limp, uninspired attempt at recounting one of the most terrifying times in West Coast criminology.
HILLSIDE STRANGLER BROOMSTICK SERIAL
New to DVD from Tartan Video, The Hillside Strangler is his third effort (after exploring the life of Ed Gein and crafting a sequel to the classic Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer). He has made it his mantra to craft films that present the loss of life with a straightforward stridence. Someone like director Chuck Parello thinks this approach to such a sordid subject is outrageous. Eventually, the criminal became the hero, with audiences hoping that they would be able to get away with their appalling atrocities.
HILLSIDE STRANGLER BROOMSTICK MOVIE
Before we knew it, no cat and mouse murder movie was complete without a queer quid pro quo banter royale between detective and death bringer, overscripted lines being exchanged like volleys over a badminton net. As the popularity of such films increased, so did the ridiculousness of the erudite rippers.
Oddly enough, audiences really responded to these films, and not only because the murders were grimmer and the scenarios more grotesque. Instead of merely being a mindless marauder, slicing through campers and copulators with bad, sad intent, the bringer of death became an enigmatic, smooth talking terror, able to hold down normal conversations in public and crawl around in their own filth in private. Yet somewhere around the mid-80s, the psychopath on the loose took a turn for the artistic. And as for the victims, they were simply nameless, faceless facets of an already clear-cut drama – the 'how' of their deaths being far less important than the 'whys'. The cops were champions, looking for clues and fighting the good fight in order to keep us safe and secure. The insane nutjob was always human garbage, a horrifying heap of crap taking their soiled agenda out on an unsuspecting public. Multiple murderers were bad, committed by the sick and twisted. There was no desire to glamorize or glorify. Originally, the narratives were fairly uncomplicated: highlight the crimes, provide a little backhanded psychology, walk through all the steps of the police investigation, and make sure that justice is metered out before the credits role. With the broadening of the entertainment spectrum – somewhere around the late 1970s – into areas previously shunned, most taboo subjects became TV-movie fodder, and amidst all the exploitative exposés, the sensationalized serial killer film was born. Instead, he or she was reserved a special place in the unmentionable etiquette of everyday life. Yet, for the most part, the mass-murdering maniac was not a presence on the pop culture radar. Few people talked about it, even less understood it and the aura of mystery surrounding their existence caused many an individual a sleepless night. Like other extreme examples of human behavior – spousal abuse, child molestation, sexual perversion – the vigilante slayer with a demented vendetta against the world was a dirty little subterranean secret. Believe it or not, there was a time in popular culture when the serial killer was terrifying.
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