As the story goes, some freakazoid clambers into the attic of a sorority house and commences to offing gals just in time for the holidays. It’s pretty much old hat these days, but most credit the flick for establishing the slasher template BEFORE the likes of Halloween.
What’s really important is what a genuinely enthralling flick director Bob Clark delivers. Supergirlfriend Margot Kidder‘s booze hound Barb foreshadows her real-life demons. Olivia Hussey is simply stunning as a coed who sadly predates the Girls Gone Wild era. But the flick’s most startling and downright creepy performance comes via audio alone from our homicidal maniac’s increasingly demented obscene phone calls.
Eventually leading, of course, to one of the most famous lines of horrordom. And let us not understate the legacy of … The Killer Cam.