I don’t care how you cut it...aerobics isn’t always a bad thing. In fact, I’m not always 100% sure when it is. Hey! If it keeps you in shape and gets you in a leotard, it ain’t wrong. How does this relate to today’s movie? Well, there’s some aerobics in it. There’s a very-well-put-together section involving a young woman dancing around and just being herself. Then, the homicidal killer pulls off her clothes and stabs her.
I like women fine. But, this guy sure doesn’t. It’s funny. I’ve never had this happen before but I knew who the killer was. He’s the one character who appears in a smoky room, flies randomly off the handle and has only a small, small number of scenes throughout the movie that have very little to do with the movie itself.
It’s strange. I had to re-align my mind...If the killer was so very obvious, then what did that mean? No mystery, no last minute revelations for sure. What was the point? Well, the point was not the killer then but his killings. Let’s examine them then:
Almost entirely women. He chases them, tears off their tops (or more) and stabs them up. Why? Well, maybe that should be left for another time. But, I won’t do it. He’s a lonely man. His wife left him and so he hates all women. Hmmm.... Interesting conundrum here. Is the movie saying “if your wife leaves, you should hate all women?” Or is it saying “Watch out ladies! Because there are guys like this out there!” It certainly doesn’t seem to be making too much of a point for the drug addled guy who thinks he’s Captain Terrific or whatever his name was. And, it doesn’t make much of a case for the hero. Let me back up...
A-OK Sorority. A young woman is killed. She was trying to seduce her ex-. He left. Killer came in. Killed her. But, not before freeing her melon breasts. A guy from Rhode Island sees all. And, the ex- is blamed.
A close watch is kept on the ex-. His present girlfriend is miffed and I was confused because the guy seems very, very gay. I’ve seen a minimum amount of gay porno but this guy looks to be a card carrying union member. Apparently, he’s not. I guess I should grow up and learn more about this guy. Hey, let’s do it together!
He seems a nice enough chap. Good looking, clean, with a very manly voice and a fine All-American girlfriend. One of his best buddies is the previously mentioned drug-addled gentleman. He likes being high and hanging out with our hero. Our hero visits his science teacher regularly, has an enemy in the guy from RI and barely knows the caretaker. He is not the killer, no matter how many times people say it to him. If he wasn’t the killer the first time, he’s not the killer the 47th time. Sorry.
Overall assessment: a much better guy than the killer.
That killer and all of his thing still leave me cold and confused. Why all the shenanigans? The movie does not condone it. Nor do I. They make the slaughter so unpleasant that it’s no fun. Humiliation and death are no way to spend the end of your life. Believe you me. The movie shows you that this is no way to act, no way to live. Then, it says, keep your eye out. Mentally unstable people can kill you. Hell, I could kill you! I won’t! You got lucky. I’m kidding.
“Fatal Pulse” has a scene where a woman has her throat slit with a record album. Well, I don’t know, but as I think of it, I think, maybe, just maybe this is the point...be careful of your record collection it could cause you great pain. In fact, I cut myself on a lovely album before sitting down to write this. Be careful of good things. They hurt too. Ow!
I guess, if that killing is the purpose of all things, then the remainder doesn’t matter: The killer, why he kills, the majority of the other killings, the hero, his friends, etc. and so forth. That means you watch this for one, and only one, reason: the LP killing.
“Fatal Pulse”: someone gets their throat slit with a record. See it for that. Or...just see that.
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