Best movie of this year hands down!

Please don't spend money on this.

It is both painfully honest and laugh-out-loud funny at the same time.

While it is a pity that the story wasn't told with more visual finesse, this is trivial compared to our real-world problems. It takes a good movie to put that into perspective.

First saw this film as an Elvira, Mistress of the Dark feature. Kinski is hilarious! He runs around having sex with everyone and yelling "Vhat are you dooing!" constantly. Kinski plays psychoanalyst Dr. Fales (no pun intended, I think but the shoe fits pretty well!), whose therapy group is being murdered by an unknown assassin one-by-one. Fales also has to cope with his rebellious daughter, Alison, who's hopping from bed to bed with numerous guys. Daddy can't understand why she's like this, even though he himself is shtupping practically every woman in sight. Basically, Fales becomes a caricature of Kinski himself. Chaotic plot (if you can call it that) and scene pacing. After watching it through, all I could say was "What are you doing?"

A vicious killer is bumping off members of the therapy group run by creepy Dr. Fales (Klaus Kinski). Can reporter Julie (Marianna Hill) discover who is responsible before she becomes the lunatic's next victim?Armed with a long pair of very sharp scissors, dressed in long black coat and hat, and with his (or her) identity always hidden in the shadows, Schizoid's mysterious murderer could have come straight out of a giallo movie, as could the film's umpteen shifty suspects and numerous red herrings; creepy Euro-horror regular Klaus Kinski also adds a hint of European flavour.Sadly, despite these similarities to the giallo, Schizoid lacks the verve and unpredictability of that genre's typical logic-free narrative, becoming mired in dreary familial strife and unnecessary police procedure, ultimately floundering in its own predictability; furthermore, the film's cinematography is devoid of the glorious visual excess often found in Italian horror.Kinski is dreadfully miscast as a womanising therapist (not exactly the kind of role he was born to play), Wasson's performance is simply terrible, and Christopher Lloyd hardly stretches himself as an oddball handy-man. Far better than all three is Donna Wilkes, who convincingly plays Kinski's emotionally disturbed jail-bait daughter Alison, and who even gives fans (and her pervy on-screen father) an eyeful during a brief shower scene.For the hilarious ending, when all the suspects converge on one location for a very daft finale, and for the lovely Wilkes, I give Schizoid 4.5/10 (rounded up to 5 for IMDb), but this is far from essential 80s horror.

It's crudely made, badly acted and crummy-looking. It has some of the stupidest dialogue you'll ever hear (sample: a man reads a threatening letter. First he says "I'm sure it's a hoax" and three seconds later he states that "It's obvious that whoever wrote this is a lunatic and capable of killing"!). And YET...(SPOILERS FOLLOW)I was determined to give this movie a "*" rating, but maybe it deserves another half-a-star because I was fairly certain the killer was Klaus Kinski and it was ultimately revealed that he wasn't. What remains unexplained is how could such an obviously perverse man be the psychiatrist (!) of a much more sane and well-balanced woman.

Okay... "Schizoid". What can you say about a movie where the scariest thing in it is the title?Seems that people are dying in this California community and all of them seem to be patients of psychiatrist Kinski. Everyone in this film seem to be some level of nut (it IS California, after all) so there are more herrings here than in a barrel at the fish market. So, who's doing the killing?All too obvious, I'm afraid. If you watch this and have a rudimentary knowledge of how these slasher flicks work, you'll pick out the perp right after you see them. If not, you deserve every lame moment that you get thrown at you.No stars, not even in pity. The only "Schizoid"s here are the ones behind the camera that thought this was a good idea.