Very best movie i ever watch

Thanks for the memories!

A Masterpiece!

To all those who have watched it: I hope you enjoyed it as much as I do.

"Wicked, wicked" is a gimmick movie, so I had low expectations and was not disappointed. As a moderately graphic slasher movie from the early '70s, the film was OK, with a sufficiently creepy killer whose motive was surprisingly disturbing for the era (and rating). The split-screen gimmick ("Duo-vision") was distracting and didn't add anything to the movie other than making it a novelty item (and therefore earning it a place on some people's 'life-lists'), and for the most part, the acting was weak to amateur (and exception being Arthur O'Connell's not particularly challenging Maintenance Engineer character). Presumably intended to be a 'horror comedy', there are odd interludes throughout (such as the women playing the organ) and the film really starts to go off the rails toward the end with the 'sex in the presidential suite montage'. To some extent, "Wicked, wicked" has achieved cult status, so will always find viewers but most people would likely consider it a time-waster at best. As a survivor of the '70's, I can attest to the accuracy of the most frightening aspect of the movie: the Godawful proto-disco fashion and hair styles

An entire movie filmed in split-screen? Well, almost...and it's almost difficult criticizing a low-budget effort which nevertheless clearly demonstrates a filmmaker's ambition and courage. Richard L. Bare, who directed the film from his own screenplay (and also served as co-producer!), is unfortunately too derivative in his approach--and too unskilled a film technician--to pull this gimmick off successfully, and "Wicked, Wicked" leaves itself open for ridicule (it seems like a put-on anyway). At a beach-front hotel in California, an ex-cop-turned-security guard suspects one of the staff to be a killer who preys on single blonde women; meanwhile, his former wife is appearing nightly as the singer in the lounge, and she's decided to start wearing a blonde wig! Tatty-looking farrago financed by M-G-M (!) has a few bits of over-the-top violence but absolutely no suspense. The split-screen is used most often to show what's going on in the foreground, but once in awhile Bare gets imaginative and employs it for subtext (while guest Madeleine Sherwood is telling the electrician about her years in the ballet, the other screen shows us she was really a hoochie-koochie dancer). Though not profound, this is an interesting alternative to the clichéd "flashback" cut, but Bare nearly ruins it with stop-motion effects and other trickery (he may have had a good eye, but he doesn't show enough confidence--either that or he was short on material). Tiffany Bolling's bewigged chanteuse sings the title tune (which must be heard to be believed) while Edd "Kookie" Byrnes plays a lifeguard wanted by the F.B.I. If anything needed punching up it was Bare's screenplay, which could kindly be described as "Wretched, Wretched." *1/2 from ****

This movie was funny as hell if you have the right sense of humor. Ahead of its time along with Private Parts which was playing with it in a double feature back in the early seventies. Worked at the theater it was playing in. Saw it at least 10 times in one week.Would love to see it again. Love the ending as the cop urges the killer to jump. Also the part where Jason whacks the Mother Superior from the Flying Nun. The organist was great also. I cannot exactly remember if she cracks her knuckles or burps when she pauses. Also love the flashback scenes of Jason being molested. A Classic for cult movie lovers. I think it should be remade with myself in the title role.

I admire any movie that tries to change the language of film, even though such efforts nearly always fail. 3-D was a fad that was almost never used properly ('Inferno' being a rare exception). Smell-O-Vision and Odorama were never more than stunts. 'The Door in the Wall', with its fascinating use of Dynamic Frame, proved too unwieldy for exhibition on a large scale.'Wicked, Wicked' was filmed in something cried Duo-Vision ... which means that, except for the opening credits, the entire film is shown in split-screen. Now, split-screen is a valid story-telling device when it's used intelligently and sparingly. A great example is in 'The Silence of the Lambs', during the exciting sequence in which Clarice Starling and a team of FBI agents are going to two separate houses simultaneously. But 'Wicked, Wicked' has two things happening at the same go for the *entire* movie. Sadly, one of them is (mostly) irrelevant, and the other one is painfully trite.SPOILERS COMING THICK AND FAST. At the beginning of the movie, we see a woman seat herself at an organ and begin playing some Phantom of the Opera music, which she continues to play throughout the film. She's dressed in an elaborate formal outfit that would be appropriate for a concert-hall recital, yet she's all alone. Also, the actress cast in this role is so spectacularly ugly that I couldn't believe her looks were coincidental. I was positive she was going to turn out to be a supernatural witch, or something similar. No; her looks *are* irrelevant. In fact, this woman and her organ music are completely irrelevant. She sits there fingering her organ through the entire film, yet she never interacts with any of the other characters, nor do any of them seem to hear her organ music. The scriptwriter just wants to have *two* events occurring simultaneously (for the sake of the split-screen gimmick), so we get this irrelevant organ recital.The main plot concerns a resort hotel in a remote location. The very pretty Tiffany Bolling arrives as a black-haired nightclub singer who's been booked by the hotel. Her black hair doesn't match her fair complexion. Um, but some nutter is killing brunettes, so the local cop decides she ought to turn blonde as a matter of self-preservation. Bolling spends most of the flick as a blonde, and looks much prettier with long golden locks than with long raven tresses ... but she looks a natural blonde who was pretending to be brunette, not the other way round.The identity and whereabouts of the psycho are no mystery, as we watch him (on one-half of the split-screen) through most of the film. Randolph Roberts plays a disaffected youth whose mother was mean to him, so now he's just gotta go slicing pretty girls. Guess who he's picked out as his next victim.Tiffany Bolling is no actress, but she's so damned pretty that I kept watching. Still, it's painful to hear her singing this movie's awful title song 'Wicked, Wicked ... that's the ticket...' on one side of the screen while Roberts flicks his knife on the other side of the screen. I kept expecting the old Warner Brothers cartoon gag where the character on one side of a split screen reaches across the partition to the other side.Character actress Madeleine Sherwood, whom I've always liked, is stuck here in a pathetic role as a sub-Tennessee Williams dowager who has fallen on bad times, and is desperately trying to avoid eviction from the hotel after her money has run out. If you're waiting for this subplot to link up with the psycho killer or his blonde prey, keep waiting. Soon after this, Sherwood's acting career declined to the point where she ended up doing low-budget commercials for Hansel & Gretel cold cuts. I used to confuse Madeleine Sherwood with silent-film actress Madeline Hurlock, who married playwright Robert Sherwood.'Wicked, Wicked' is written and directed by Richard L Bare. Despite this film, I've a lot of respect for Bare's career. He had extensive film and television credits -- including the entire run of 'Green Acres' after the pilot episode, plus some classic 'Twilight Zone' episodes -- and he also wrote an excellent textbook on film directing. He was probably hoping that 'Wicked, Wicked' would be his prestige hit ... but it's just boring and pretentious. I'll rate this movie 2 points out of 10: one point out of kindness to Bare, and one point because Tiffany Bolling is so sexy.