Dotsthavesp I wanted to but couldn't!

ThrillMessage There are better movies of two hours length. I loved the actress'performance.

Taraparain Tells a fascinating and unsettling true story, and does so well, without pretending to have all the answers.

Haven Kaycee It is encouraging that the film ends so strongly.Otherwise, it wouldn't have been a particularly memorable film

Michael Ledo I am not sure what the point was, and I am not too sure about the terror except for maybe that one scene.Tony Trelos (Peter Carpenter) is a "Tom Jones" style singer at The Lobster House. He is eyed by Andrea Hillard (Dyanne Thorne) of National Records. She is married to Martin (Joel Marston- an Eric Roberts style actor) who is in a wheel chair. She is constantly cheating on him and is upset he is always spying on her because he suspects her of cheating-go figure. Oh yea, love triangle with the daughter (Lory Hansen) who is finally introduced when the film is two thirds over.Available on multi-packs. Not worth the time to watch.Guide: sex and nudity (Dyanne Thorne aka Ilsa)

soulexpress This masterpiece of sexploitation opens with nightclub singer Tony Trelos (Peter Carpenter) in a fringed red suit, lip-synching to a bombastic pop song that makes Tom Jones seem understated. He becomes involved, both professionally and sexually, with Andrea (Dyanne Thorne), the buxom wife of Martin (Joel Marston), the wheelchair- bound owner of a major record label. Andrea is both alcoholic and sex-starved, of which Tony takes full advantage in the hope that it will advance his singing career.Peter Carpenter, who co-produced, must have had a whale-sized ego. How else to explain the lingering crotch shot as he lights a cigarette or the lengthy butt shot when he steps out of the shower (without a drop of water on him)? Not to mention a nude side-angle shot in which Tony's leg just barely obscures his one-eyed wonderworm. If he hadn't died suddenly in late 1971, Carpenter could have been a Playgirl centerfold.He also sang his own songs, and what songs they were! One seems to feature the lyric, "Life beans turning into lima beans." (I probably heard it wrong.) Incredibly, the music was produced by veteran songwriter Hal Davis, and a closing credit states that the recordings were "Courtesy of Motown Records." Were Marvin Gaye, the Jackson 5, and Stevie Wonder not bringing in enough cash to satisfy Berry Gordy, Jr?Some of my favorite parts of POINT OF TERROR: a sex scene on the beach using split screens to show the fornicators at different angles (I counted six); Andrea topless in a swimming pool--with a rack so big, it's amazing she got her head under the water; Andrea's husband Martin, who can't seem to keep still, even though he's crippled from the waist down; when Martin becomes so angry that he tries to beat the crap out of Andrea from his wheelchair (it doesn't go well); when Tony goes home with Andrea's drunken pal Fran (Leslie Simms); when Tony goes horseback riding with Andrea's stepdaughter Helayne (Lory Hansen) and gives her a horsey-ride of his own; Tony also knocks up his main girlfriend Sally (Paula Mitchell), but dismisses the pregnancy as her problem. Sally, however, doesn't see it that way and gets her point across to Tony in a most severe manner. Let's just say, he'll never make another record.I've heard this film described as "Russ Meyer lite," a fitting description when it's compared to Meyer's overblown BEYOND THE VALLEY OF THE DOLLS. I like POINT OF TERROR better though, if for no other reason, that there's no male character who shows himself as having female breasts and changes his name to "Superwoman." (I wish I had made that up, but no.)

dbborroughs Time has not been kind to this over long not very good thriller. I think time has erased any and all good will that the filmmakers had, which considering how dull boring and jaw droppingly awful this film can be wasn't much to begin with. The basic plot has a lounge singer (at the local Lobster House) having dreams of murder and adultery. Actually its a dream that seems to be coming true. This is one of those hip and happening films that was made in the late sixties and early seventies that was made by a bunch of people who didn't know what hip and happening was. they were the sort of people that were into Plastics, like in the Graduate. I can't see this film ever connecting with an audience. The musical sequences have to be seen to be believed, certainly the opening jumpsuit piece deserves to be more than enough proof that some people should never be allowed to dance. Recommended only for insomniacs and those wishing to atone for some past wrong.

modspell The previous reviewer (weho90069) summed up the this film quite succinctly, but did he stress the title's musical contribution enough? Only by seeing it would you be able to know just how eye-rolling a production number can actually be. A horrendous musical intro kicks off the film as the opening credits roll, with the lead character Tony Trelos aping about on stage in a blazing, red suede suit with waterfall fringe. The 'live' performances go from bad to worse, as we soon see the actor singing to the rafters in his regular venue, The Lobster House (that is, after a quick shag before curtain). It is in this setting we see Andrea shopping him with her eyes, adding him up as he performs seemingly only for her. Andrea's cool, calculating gaze tells us that it's more than stage talent she's wanting to sign.Lyrically speaking, the theme song "Lifebeats" (which is repeated throughout) is the narrative that clues us in on the inner world of Sir Trelos. It is this song that he cuts for his first record that proves to be too much for his new rep Andrea, as she abruptly halts the recording session with a dash of her hand, barking out a "FROM the TOP!" It was either ending too soon for her, or else she just couldn't sign off on the vocal at that point. Either way, it gives us another chance to hear it some more. The singer does have his moments vocally-speaking, but we all do when we play American Idol Home Edition. The draw for Trelos' fans is obviously not in his throat.I recommend you watch POT, but better still, really listen--"Lifebeats turning into Lovebeats... Lovebeats turning into Lifebeats, moving in and taking over me...".Wow, man.