Lipstick and Blood (1984) – Robert Bauer.

Solitary, sinister, sexually frustrated loner (Joseph Peters) kills a prostitute, crudely sticks her in the cupboard, angrily slashes up his sex doll, before planning to kidnap a foxy burlesque dancer (Jane Linter) he has long obsessed over. Bauer's stolid S.O.V rape/revenger is given an additional kink by the upbeat, new wave score, and its undeniably weird, conspicuously amateur performances. The protagonist is nigh on somnolent, expressing all the emotion of beached seaweed, with the pallid antagonist expressing too much, none of which resembles credible acting. The garish video format lending scuzzy curio Lipstick and Blood an additional patina of porn-y grottiness, even though the lack of nudity proved puzzling, yet his singular request of having her shower fully clothed caught me wholly unawares! For all its myriad missteps, and tonal inconsistencies, I found the film rather fascinating, it's cheap and unsophisticated, which never loses its charm, plus the kills are surprisingly nasty, in spite of the cheapnis video post production tomfoolery. Far from essential, but for Brit-grind aficionados, Lipstick and Blood is certainly not without sporadically skewed interest.