ElijahCSkuggs The Fantom Kiler series, to my knowledge, is THE series you want if you're looking for hot naked chicks getting killed. Because that's all this flick is. Whatever small filler there is to possibly create the illusion of a story is so damn meaningless it's ridiculous. A few of the reviewers here make mention of it being related to a giallo. Yeah, okay, who gives a crap. All I saw was an excuse to get hot polish babes butt nekkid, and then murdered. With such a sore excuse for a story, the movie overall is kind of tedious. But with high quality woman bending and bleeding all over the place, the movie does keep you pretty in tune with what's going on. Also, there were some bits of humor that were surprisingly silly, of course they were also incredibly sexual. Like I said earlier, if you're looking to see some hot chicks kick the bucket (who isn't), then give these flicks a shot. You probably won't regret it.

Rapeman Fantom Kiler is a shot-on-video wanna-be modern Giallo where the storyline revolves around your stereotypical Giallo-type killer (black hat, trenchcoat, black leather gloves and mask) who stalks young sluts, stabs them numerous times and then vaginally mutilates them with a knife. Sounds great huh? All things considered it's an OK film - pretty low budget but it still looks decent compared to some of the other SOV films i've seen. There's LOTS of explicit (verging on hardcore) nudity and vag stabbin' which when coupled with an overall misogynistic attitude in general makes for some entertaining sleaze. A sub-plot involving a comedic relief team made up of a goofy slacker janitor (complete with fake mustache) and his equally lazy co-worker who work at the train station, hanging out leaning on their mops imagining what the women who walk by would look like naked. One scene involves the main janitor getting in a hot young assistant cleaner, one day out of the blue the young lady gets very aroused and asks him to force a wooden spoon deep into her @sshole handle first and then says she wants him to re-enact the King Arthur & Excalibur story and to try and wrench the spoon from her tight ass, it takes him a while he gets it out eventually. After a while it seems apparent that the janitor is the killer, as in one scene the killer f!cks one of the victims in the ass with a wooden mop handle and the janitor reads about the murders in the paper mumbling about how they got what they deserved.Some scenes are blackly humorous in the totally over the top and immoral way the women are treated: the killing scenes are deliberately over-long, as the camera lingers pornographically on the scenes of brutal multiple stabbings, vaginal impalement's and knife rape (although there's actually very little graphic gore on screen, just plenty of blood). As the killer doesn't actually penetrate his victims in the usual way, the kill scenes could almost be considered the money shots. Sometimes the victim even gets off on the assault and subsequent knife-f!cking (the ultimate orgasm the killer calls it), reaching her climax as she dies. The female stars all look like second rate porn stars, with fake tits, well oiled bodies and bad acting.A myth surrounding the film is that it is Polish and directed by one Roman Nowicki. In reality the film was shot in a warehouse in London, and then edited at home on his PC by Trevor Barley (aka Roman Nowicki). He hired Polish & Russian models / porn stars to act in it, dubbed the film into a mixture of Russian and Polish language then subtitled it back to English. Supposedly the cause for the deception was due to the directors concerns regarding legal trouble and distribution / censorship problems in the UK. He has also directed Fantom Kiler 2 & 3 under the same pseudonym.This film completely fails as a Giallo. There's no suspense, convoluted storyline, or really any cinematic value at all.. but it does succeed in terms of pure exploitation and anti-PC offensiveness. 6/10

slake09 I can't imagine what the other reviewers were thinking. They're knocking a movie that is so very obviously meant to be violent porn, as if they were deceived by the cover showing a knife wielding slasher about to tear up a naked surgically-enhanced bimbo. Do you always look for nudity and cutlery on the covers of movies where you expect to see high drama? If you're looking for naked Polish chicks, not just naked but spread-eagled and panting naked, then this is it. If you want a little humor and a bit of slashing thrown in, hey, this movie has it. Let's not pretend we were expecting something else, you're not fooling anyone that way.In it's own way, this movie has flashes of genius. The scene where the athletic contest is all about a janitor attempting to pull a wooden spoon from the hindquarters of a naked woman. That's not an event you'll see on the Summer Olympics! He only has one minute, will be get that spoon out? You have to wonder.All the girls in this movie are naked, and that's a recommendation all by itself, to me anyway. I make no bones about it, when I'm watching a movie with a lurid cover like this I'm expecting to see some naked girls, and this film delivered. Who are these guys who pick up a movie like this and get offended by naked women? Who are these guys who get offended by naked women, period? Methinks thou doth protest too much.There is some serious wit at work here, too. The excuses for girls to strip down are so transparent, so utterly without basis, that you just have to admire it. I only wish that I, a poor pretender to such genius, could come up with such obvious and successful reasons for women to disrobe. I bow before the director who accomplishes this and makes it look easy.Is it degrading to women? Only if you want it to be. The women in this movie are so definitely having a good time, and so obviously enjoying their power to make men slobber and act like fools, that a good argument could be made that it's degrading to men. Don't bother arguing with me, though, because I like a little degradation. I'm proud to slobber foolishly at the altar of female beauty.Jess Franco made pretty much the same movie, many times, and he is acknowledged to be a great film maker. I submit that Trevor Barley/Roman Nowicki is just as good, if not better. Fantom Kiler is certainly more coherent and better filmed than many of Franco's movies, if lacking the abundant charms of Lina Romay.So if you're looking for a slasher flick with explicit nudity and some humorous situations, grab onto this, you won't be sorry.

gavcrimson SPOILERS INCLUDEDA nerdish, would be homage to the Italian giallo genre, with its titular killer modelled on that of Blood and Black Lace's. Fantom Kiler is less interesting as a film, and more for the farcical, labyrinthine manner the filmmakers have gone to protect their identities, and nationalities.Purporting to be from Poland, Fantom Kiler was actually made anonymously in Britain by a fringe figure in the underground horror scene who runs a small mail order business from where he clandestinely sells the film and its virtually identical two sequels. Embarrassment, or more likely worry over censor and legal ramifications, has caused director 'Roman Nowicki' to disguise the real locale by shooting the film on phoney sets adorned with signs written in Polish, having the dialogue dubbed (badly) into Russian, and then subtitling everything back into its native English. Even so- do people in Poland really drive around in cars with British number plates? And quite what Poland has done to deserve being associated with a film like this remains to be seen.The minimal plot concerns a series of killings that plague a small Polish village; the victims are all pretty women whose good looks and prima donna attitudes have offended the moronic, knuckle dragging male locals. With no clues to be found at the crime scenes the killer appears to be a supernatural figure that resurfaces every so many years. All this is explained to us via two nobody actors playing policemen (with a stunning lack of conviction) who chance upon naked dead bodies and offer crass commentary along the lines of 'she certainly left this world with more holes in her than when she arrived'. These scenes are brief and throwaway by nature, acting as little more than a hook to hang protracted scenes of starlets wandering around dry ice filled woodland sets and being stalked by the mysterious Fantom Kiler. By the time the women end up in the clutches of this masked murderer they've also ended up in a state of undress having lost their clothes to prickly bushes, doffed their tops in order to fix a fan belt, while in a surely unintentional homage to Lindsay Honey's video-era porno-horror film Death Shock one girl's encounter with a fence provides another clothes shredding excuse. Judging by his below the belt fixations director Nowicki appears to have a simultaneous career in the UK sex industry. As indeed do many of his female stars, ID's for low-level video porn actresses in their identical baby-oiled bodies and breast implants. Tellingly all these actresses also sport looks on their faces that suggest they wished they'd stuck to the day job. The gore effects in the film are minor, as if the budget couldn't stretch beyond spraying the actresses with a few bottles of Kensington Gore, but the killings are appalling nonetheless. In a dubious bit of psychology the victims are more aroused then terrified by the killer, rubbing their naked bodies up and down him like lap-dancers while he whispers sweet nothings in their ears about how they are about to be punished. For these scenarios butchery committed by knives, drills and a broom handle acts (often quite literally) as a substitute for hardcore scenes. Any semblance to credibility and logic goes the same way as the actresses' clothes when the film suggests a woman might receive a sexual thrill out of being stabbed in-between the legs. Fantom Kiler would no doubt leave a bad taste in the mouth were it not so thoroughly dull and repetitious. As it is, constantly portraying women as bimbos or cold hearted tarts as well as offering a mouthpiece to sexist red-herring male characters tends to just come across as a desperate, attention grabbing way of courting controversy. Well meaning as many commentators seem in calling the film offensive and misogynistic, a line of thought suggests that by using the voice of outrage they're only falling into the trap of helping the filmmakers build up the film's myth. A myth that in no way the film deserves. Seemingly oblivious to the assembly line nature of endlessly trotting out female victims and sexually mutilating them a few moments later, Nowicki fails to inject much personality into the proceedings. He tries to compensate with an over indulgence for pop-video techniques; no shot it seems is really complete without being tarted up by optical trickery. The overall effect is simply numbing, leaving many scenes needlessly incomprehensible, while any potentially suspenseful or nasty moments tend to also get sabotaged by this flashy approach. Not the greatest of diagnosis for a film centred entirely around chases through the woods and ugly shock value.A sub-plot involving a Benny Hill type imbecile caretaker fantasising about how various women would look without any clothes on, does provide some quirky moments, but -in case you're becoming curious- not remotely enough to make this worth watching.