Overrated

At first rather annoying in its heavy emphasis on reenactments, this movie ultimately proves fascinating, simply because the complicated, highly dramatic tale it tells still almost defies belief.

if their story seems completely bonkers, almost like a feverish work of fiction, you ain't heard nothing yet.

This is one of the best movies I’ve seen in a very long time. You have to go and see this on the big screen.

I love a film noir and this for the bill, I also love how all synopses I read before watching kept me guessing about who the villain might be! What I thought would be a Femme Fatale flick turned out to be a Damsel in Distress that kept me glued despite some wtf moments. In the scope of an 80s flick I wish I could give this a 9 or 10 but the ending made me wish for another film, or at least another 20 mins

Nightkill (1980) ** (out of 4)Katherine Atwell (Jaclyn Smith) watches her lover kill her rather mean-spirited and cruel husband (Mike Connors) right in front of her. The lover promises her everything will be fine but the next day she finds his dead body. Before long people start wondering where the husband is and that's when Detective Donner (Robert Mitchum) starts to ask questions. Soon the wife begins to crack as she feels there's something more sinister going on.Ted Post's NIGHTKILL is a rather interesting German picture that was meant to be a huge theatrical release but it ended up showing on television before eventually making it to video. This is without question one of the strangest films from this era because in all honesty it's pretty poorly made and there are countless flaws throughout. With that said, at the core there's a good movie somewhere in all of the mess and one can't help but think that a more polished script and some better direction could have made something special here.When this film eventually got released it was passed off as a horror film but that's certainly not the case. It's basically a murder-mystery that looks and feels like a watered down made-for-television film. It's really too bad that Post didn't try to add more style or flair to the picture because it could have been so much better. The problem is that the film was shot rather ugly and there's just no style or energy to be found. Considering what Brian DePalma and others were doing with this type of film around this era it's easy to see why this thing just never took off.Another problem is that the lead character, the wife, is just downright stupid. Her situation could have been avoided countless times yet her character just keeps making one dumb decision after another. For the most part Smith turns in a good performance but she certainly can't save the picture. Connors and James Franciscus are good as are Fritz Weaver and Sybil Danning. As far as Mitchum goes, he's certainly offered a good role here and he does a nice job with it. We've seen him play the Detective countless times throughout his career so he certainly knows how to play it.NIGHTKILL has some good sequences throughout it including a car chase where the woman believes her dead husband is coming after her. The ending was also well done and it ends the film on a high note. Still, there are just way too many flat moments here to make it a complete success but the film is an interesting misfire.

Veteran TV director Ted Post treats us to a plodding, confused and ultimately pointless story lifted from Column B of the Harold Robbins Big Book Of Plots. Set against a smoggy Phoenix skyline, post-Charlies Angles Jaclyn Smith takes a star turn as "the woman whose eyes are mysteriously shadowed at all times" while JFK impersonator James Franciscus lounges around the fringes. Mannix goes western, monkeys are abused, models lean against classic cars, and Smith is constantly upstaged by Sybil Danning until a giallo style wrap-up brings the whole sorry mess to a bitter end.Oh yeah, and Bob Mitchum is in there too. Somewhere.

Filmed in Arizona by a mostly-foreign crew, "Nightkill" is one of the clumsiest crime dramas I have ever seen. Robert Mitchum (in a cowboy hat) trails recently-widowed Jaclyn Smith around, hoping to figure out if she had a hand in her husband's death. Jaclyn's wardrobe is of the Dale Evans variety and her dog is named "Cowboy"...seems as if somebody sure bought into the American myth that all westerners talk and dress like descendants of John Wayne! Screenplay by Joan Andre and John Case may have worked better if approached as parody; this mystery thriller just plays tame, with director Ted Post asleep at the controls. Don't be drawn in by the video box art of Jaclyn screaming while taking a shower. She does indeed take a shower in this film, but it is not revealing (nor does it further the murky plot one iota). NO STARS from ****