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Summary: Censored G-Rated Version Of A Notorious Sleaze Epic
Review: DON'T ANSWER THE PHONE (1979): Suffering from the memories of his abusive father, gibbering lunatic Kirk Smith is a photographer who occasionally uses the cover of his job to help locate young female victims to murder. For fun, the serial killer routinely takes part in Psychologist Lindsey Gale's call-in radio program, pretending to seek advice about his sexual obsessions. Street savvy cop Lt. McCabe and his sidekick Sgt. Hatcher attempt to identify the perpetrator of the fiendish killings with little success, at one point utilizing the powers of an incompetent psychic. During the investigation, McCabe and Gale meet and become romantically involved. Meanwhile, Smith breaks into the house of Carol, a beautiful young patient of Dr. Gale's, and tortures her before killing her. Later, he is invited into the home of prospective model Joyce. When she complains about the sick nature of some of the photographs on display in his portfolio, he tears off her clothes and strangles her on the living room couch. Her roommate enters the room in time to see her friend die, at which point she is cornered by the wildly shrieking madman, who strangles her slowly to death. McCabe and Hatcher interview Sam Gluckman, a smut peddler who identifies Smith. Hot on Smith's trail, the cops are stunned when the maniac kidnaps Gale, which suddenly makes the case very personal for McCabe. Before Smith is able to make the psychologist his next victim, McCabe frees the terrified woman and pursues the killer into a residential area. "Adios, creep!" McCabe intones, shooting the fleeing murderer repeatedly in the back. In slow motion, Smith's bullet-riddled corpse falls into a swimming pool...
This strange hodgepodge of a movie, a mixture of violent death scenes, "comedy" time-filler and pathetically incompetent dramatics, arbitrarily lurches from sequence to sequence in a fairly bewildering fashion. In fact, the narrative, such as it is, exists merely as a pretext for a series of often shocking murder scenes. The film is horribly padded with a muddled, vaguely detailed police investigation of the crimes, as well as by shots of the killer interminably walking the streets accompanied by a cheap, pulsing synth score.
Director Robert Hammer handles his chores with only perfunctory competence, but he definitely has what Pauline Kael once called (in her review of MAGNUM FORCE) "sadistic savvy." By making sure every beautiful victim is unclothed at the time of her death, Hammer deliberately gives each murder a sick, erotically charged emphasis.
Despite its overall wretchedness, the film has managed to develop a small cult thanks to the undeniably fascinating performance of Nicholas Worth, a generally fine character actor whose turn here as a shrieking, chortling, utterly deranged psychopath makes Kirk Smith one of the most memorable horror villains of the slasher era. While not exactly a "good" performance per se, Worth's extreme hamminess and undeniable charisma burn up the screen and make it all the more unfortunate that the screenwriters could not think of more interesting things for him to do in between killings.
The Rhino DVD release of DON'T ANSWER THE PHONE is an absolute abomination. Apparently an edited-for-TV print of the film was utilized for the transfer, so all hints of profanity, nudity and violence have been censored from the proceedings. The storyline is now resolutely incoherent from beginning to end. While much of Worth's performance is still intact, the fact of the matter is that with all of its "good parts" missing, this moderately entertaining sleaze fest has been rendered completely worthless.
Rating:
Summary: Censored G-Rated Version Of A Notorious Sleaze Epic
Review: DON'T ANSWER THE PHONE (1979): Suffering from the memories of his (apparently) abusive father, gibbering lunatic Kirk Smith is a photographer who occasionally uses the cover of his job to help locate young female victims to murder. For fun, the serial killer routinely takes part in Psychologist Lindsey Gale's call-in radio program, pretending to seek advice about his sexual obsessions. Street savvy cop Lt. McCabe and his sidekick Sgt. Hatcher attempt to identify the perpetrator of the fiendish killings with little success, at one point utilizing the powers of an incompetent psychic. During the investigation, McCabe and Gale meet and become romantically involved. Meanwhile, Smith breaks into the house of Carol, a beautiful young patient of Dr. Gale's, and tortures her before killing her. Later, he is invited into the home of prospective model Joyce. When she complains about the sick nature of some of the photographs on display in his portfolio, he tears off her clothes and strangles her on the living room couch. Her roommate enters the room in time to see her friend die, at which point she is cornered by the wildly shrieking madman, who strangles her slowly to death. McCabe and Hatcher interview Sam Gluckman, a smut peddler who identifies Smith. Hot on Smith's trail, the cops are stunned when the maniac kidnaps Gale, which suddenly makes the case very personal for McCabe. Before Smith is able to make the psychiatrist his next victim, McCabe frees the terrified woman and pursues the killer into a residential area. "Adios, creep!" McCabe intones, shooting the fleeing murderer repeatedly in the back. In slow motion, Smith's bullet-riddled corpse falls into a swimming pool...This strange hodgepodge of a movie, a mixture of violent death scenes, "comedy" time-filler and pathetically incompetent dramatics, arbitrarily lurches from sequence to sequence in a fairly bewildering fashion. In fact, the narrative, such as it is, exists merely as a pretext for a series of often shocking murder scenes. The film is horribly padded with a muddled, vaguely detailed police investigation of the crimes, as well as by shots of the killer interminably walking the streets accompanied by a cheap, pulsing synth score. Director Robert Hammer handles his chores with only perfunctory competence, but he definitely has what Pauline Kael once called (in her review of MAGNUM FORCE) "sadistic savvy." By making sure every beautiful victim is unclothed at the time of her death, Hammer deliberately gives each murder a sick, erotically charged emphasis. Despite its overall wretchedness, the film has managed to develop a small cult thanks to the undeniably fascinating performance of Nicholas Worth, a generally fine character actor whose turn here as a shrieking, chortling, utterly deranged psychopath makes Kirk Smith one of the most memorable horror villains of the slasher era. While not exactly a "good" performance per se, Worth's extreme hamminess and undeniable charisma burn up the screen and make it all the more unfortunate that the screenwriters could not think of more interesting things for him to do in between killings. The Rhino DVD release of DON'T ANSWER THE PHONE is an absolute abomination. Apparently an edited-for-TV print of the film was utilized for the transfer, so all hints of profanity, nudity and violence have been censored from the proceedings. The storyline is now resolutely incoherent from beginning to end. While much of Worth's performance is still intact, the fact of the matter is that with all of its "good parts" missing, this moderately entertaining sleaze fest has been rendered completely worthless.
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Summary: Total Garbage
Review: For some ungodly reason, I rented this one night and will live to regret it. The plot, which is nearly nonexistent, is about a therapist, whose name I don't remember, who is being stalked by some sick, burly killer who kills women by violently strangling them after giving a call to the therapist to occasionally scare the hell out of her. Well, I think that's the plot. All I remember is the psychologist getting terrorized from time to time, some big fat killer raping and killing a countless number of women, and two unprofessional detectives chasing the guy down. That's it, that's the plot. Non of the victims are really characters, spare the first one, a past child abuse victim whose father molested her at a young age. She goes to the therapist, and is stalked home and subsequently raped and killed. It was one of the most tasteless pieces of cinema I've ever seen. The "climax" is a bit disturbing, when the killer finally closes in on the therapist at her home, beats her, ties her to a chair, and screams at her. It all ends pretty abruptly, and I was glad, cuz I couldn't sit through this much more. I don't recommend this at all, not even for fans of horror films that show far more nudity than horror. It's sick, twisted, and amongst all that, mind-numbingly unentertaining, for many reasons. DO NOT GET THIS MOVIE! And if you do...well, knock yourself out.
Rating: 
Summary: Ground-breaking psycho thriller
Review: Hammer's Don't Answer the Phone will keep you up at night -- maybe several in a row! More recent classics -- from Silence of the Lambs to Blair Witch -- borrow heavily from Hammer's ground breaking work. A must see for any self-respecting conniseur of the psycho-thriller genre.
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Summary: Ground-breaking psycho thriller
Review: Hammer's Don't Answer the Phone will keep you up at night -- maybe several in a row! More recent classics -- from Silence of the Lambs to Blair Witch -- borrow heavily from Hammer's ground breaking work. A must see for any self-respecting conniseur of the psycho-thriller genre.
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Summary: Rhino has no respect for 80s horror
Review: I was totally disgusted with rhino,s version of Don,t answer the phone.All the great parts are butchered beyond belief.The violence was watered down to nothing and all you are left with are a bunch of talky parts.The reason people buy a film like this is for those exciting segments.Without that you have nothing.First of all we pay money for these products so they should not be edited.This version was like a bad tv movie.We should all get our money back from being ripped off like that.My advice is to wait until a reputable company releases this film UNCUT,and gives it the respect it deserves.
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Summary: Rhino has no respect for 80s horror
Review: OK folks, I sympathize with those of you who hated this movie. It's nasty and what there is of a plot is goofy. But Nicholas Worth scares the hell out of me every time I watch this. At once smug and terrified, forceful and helpless, his whimpering panic-attack-tantrum gets right into my guts and makes me identify with this obscene morbid beefy creature. The movie lets you learn just enough about the victims to experience their fear and pain with maximum possible sympathy and intensity, and the sarcastic detective and other incidental characters get some hilarious lines. If you accept the goal of the movie, which is, to horrify you the viewer by forcing you to feel intimate with this infantile, onanistic killer, I bet you will admit that this movie succeeds.
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Summary: Cut for TV
Review: Rhino cut this movie into a waste of time and money. Save yours, unless you like watching guys with there head in a stocking doing something you can't see. One star is too good for this murderd movie.
Rating:
Summary: Don't bother with this version!
Review: Rhino has totally butchered this old exploitation/drive in flick --do NOT buy this version. The only reason to watch this movie was to see sex and violence; all nudity and graphic violence has been edited out on this version. It has been so badly butchered it would not get an "R" rating if submitted as presented on this DVD. Shame on Rhino, you people are obviously very sick.
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Summary: Totally Worthless
Review: The DVD version of this movie which I just received, is totally worthless. It has had ALL the intense scenes removed. I thought the $11.88 was a low price, well it ain't even worth $0.88. DON'T BUY IT, ITS RATED "G" FOR GONE!
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