Director Luciano Ercoli re-teamed with most of the same cast
for this spiritual sequel to Death Walks on High Heels. Everyone is playing different characters than last time, but the plot is thematically similar. Like Death Walks on High Heels, it’s way too
long and things get needlessly convoluted by the end. I will say this for Death Walks at
Midnight: It has a much better hook and gives
a lot more screen time to its leading lady, Susan Scott.
Scott stars as a model who agrees to take a new experimental
psychedelic drug so her boyfriend (Simon Andreau) can write about the effects
for a tabloid. During her drug trip, she
sees a woman being brutally killed by a man with a spiked iron glove. Naturally, no one believes her until the
killer comes after her.
The opening scene packs a wallop. It’s
almost like something out of a Dario Argento movie. Things quickly bog down from there
though. The scenes of Scott playing
Nancy Drew aren't very involving either. As with Death Walks on High Heels, there are
so many red herrings and plot twists in the final act that it gets to be a bit
much. However, I’ll give this one the
slight edge, just for the harsh iron glove slayings.
AKA: Cry Out in
Terror. AKA: Death Caresses at Midnight.
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