Maniac

Recipe for Maniac. Take one (1) Henry: Portrait Of A Serial Killer. Add one (1) special effects god Tom Savini. Add several (several) more kills. Remove the captivating, chilling Michael Rooker and replace with a repellant, chubby, sweaty, Ron Jeremy lookalike. Remove the struggle of Henry trying to fit in, have a roommate, or function in society in any way. Remove Henry’s blank shell sociopathy, and replace it with a whiny, mumbling, neurotic Norman Bates ripoff. Remove almost all human interaction or character development. Replace with sequence after sequence of stalking unnamed victims with a near pornographic feel to it, with no discernible plot whatsoever, no crescendo, and no satisfying payoff. In fact, add not one, not two, but three fake-outs in the last five minutes, one which closes the movie and includes the phoniest cops in history, who walk into a room with a dead body, then turn around and walk out, as if there’s nothing else they need to do. Oh, and pretend to add a police manhunt for this serial killer, but never actually add it. Just mention it. Congratulations. That’s how to make Maniac. It’s not anything to be proud of, though.