Teen-Age Strangler (1964) – Ben Parker.

Lithe collegiate women in Huntington, Virginia are being snuffed out by a crazy, daubing the victim's faces with a crude lipstick'd cross. Could the perpetrator be a bloodthirsty beatnik? Turn on to 60s schlocker Teen-Age Strangler and find out!!!!!!...if you DARE!!! The buttoned-down cop believes that the maniac is one of The Fast Backs, a delinquent gang of fresh-faced drag racers! In a giddy era of Teenage werewolves, and teenaged monsters from outer space, Ben Parker's acne scarred screamer Teen-Age Strangler proves no less adolescent.

The score is peppy, the arid dialogue is hilariously pedantic, and if the director dug how his cast 'acts', then he's kinkier than his Teen-Aged Strangler! A delicious time-capsule to a brilliantine'd/ beatnik'd world that can only ever truly exist in delightfully cheapnis exploitation flicks. The Teen-Aged slaying is largely inconsequential next to the heady pubescent diorama of hormonal fisticuffs, impromptu performances of saccharine rock n' roll, and a singularly low-geared Drag race! The film's title proves more 'gripping' than its content, but I still appreciated it, vibing frothily like a vanilla, Mormon-friendly version of The Sadist!