After his sister died, Paul (David Rocha) was raised as a girl by his grieving mother, who made her son wear dresses and gave him dolls to play with; now, as a young man, Paul is very disturbed, wearing a doll mask and wig to go out and kill women, who he mistakes for mannequins. When not out murdering, gardener's son Paul is busy trying to avoid the advances of his boss, Condesa Olivia (Helga Liné), while romancing her pretty daughter Audrey (Inma de Santis). Of course, Paul's love for Audrey is doomed since he struggles to tell her apart from the mannequins he despises.
If you're a fan of really odd films, then The Killer of Dolls is a must see: the plot is extremely bizarre, with plenty of random weirdness (my favourite scene: the hippy rock band who appear out of nowhere to perform a groovy song), but it is the central performance by Rocha that makes the film something really special. Rocha's acting technique is truly remarkable, the guy doing nothing the way one might expect: he stands strangely, he runs strangely, he kisses strangely, he showers strangely, he laughs strangely. In short, he's bloody strange, which is great because his character is not exactly normal (his best friend is a little kid in tiny shorts who likes to burn dolls!).
Writer/director Miguel Madrid delivers a few brutal death scenes - a decapitation, a stabbing with scissors, and a sharp garden implement in the face - but the effects are laughably cheap: when Audrey is shown after having had her heart removed, the wound is wholly unconvincing and de Santis is clearly moving.
If I'm totally honest, this is not a good film, but I had such a fun time with the insanely daft nature of the whole thing that I can't bring myself to rate it poorly. 7.5/10, rounded up to 8 for that song, and the hilarious dancing that goes with it.
If you're a fan of really odd films, then The Killer of Dolls is a must see: the plot is extremely bizarre, with plenty of random weirdness (my favourite scene: the hippy rock band who appear out of nowhere to perform a groovy song), but it is the central performance by Rocha that makes the film something really special. Rocha's acting technique is truly remarkable, the guy doing nothing the way one might expect: he stands strangely, he runs strangely, he kisses strangely, he showers strangely, he laughs strangely. In short, he's bloody strange, which is great because his character is not exactly normal (his best friend is a little kid in tiny shorts who likes to burn dolls!).
Writer/director Miguel Madrid delivers a few brutal death scenes - a decapitation, a stabbing with scissors, and a sharp garden implement in the face - but the effects are laughably cheap: when Audrey is shown after having had her heart removed, the wound is wholly unconvincing and de Santis is clearly moving.
If I'm totally honest, this is not a good film, but I had such a fun time with the insanely daft nature of the whole thing that I can't bring myself to rate it poorly. 7.5/10, rounded up to 8 for that song, and the hilarious dancing that goes with it.