A lonely, disturbed, freaky-deaky psycho (Pierrino Mascarino) with mommy issues sports a three-piece suit with his shirt open flaunting gold medallions and letting women's eyes feast upon the banquet of his chest hair as he cruises the disco scene. Hip to the groove, feeling the funk he looks for a bangin' paramour even if he has to kipe one.
A couple of decades senior to the young women he approaches and with a lack of subtlety that might be mistaken for rudeness he doesn't do so well. Women won't dance with him & he is stung by the rejection. After he has learned all the dance moves and attired himself suitably to the scene he is still 'Bunk'. A silver-back he is no competition for the young bucks who Bogart the choice young mamas for they-selves & break foul on him doggish, you dig? Harsh bong! There is no mystery here. We see the killer dispose of one of his victims early on. But the examination offered of his fragile ego-driven motives are hilarious & fascinating at the same time. This one was a lot of fun to watch especially because it is so dated now. The crass absurdity of it must have been evident when it was shot.
Police detectives Ken Hutchinson (David Soul) and David Starsky (Paul Michael Glaser) go undercover teaming with cute vice cop Sgt. Lizzie Thorpe who can get down and boogie like no one has ever seen before, baby! They mingle and shake their groove thangs before chillaxin' at the club where a lot of missing young women were last seen to find out whats crackin'. Scouting the joint they look to catch the killer and maybe a little nookie on the flip-side.
'Young woman in peril' story lines were a staple of titillating old detective magazines and found their way into movies in the 1970s. 'Discoizing' it could have made for a decidedly more gruesome variation. Instead we get a very biting satire of disco culture and a statement on the 1970s in general.