Despite rumours to the contrary, the British exploitation film didn’t die with Mary Millington in 1979, the release of Inseminoid, nor the abolition of the Eady tax levy, but crawled on well into the 1980s, albeit mortally wounded and never again to permeate the mainstream consciousness.
The sensible characters saw the writing on the wall and either retired or moved into property e.g. Pete Walker (House of Whipcord; Frightmare) and Felicity Devonshire, while starlets like Suzy Mandel and Ava Cadell made honourable stabs at Stateside acting careers.
With London no longer the hub of exploitation filmmaking many of yesterday’s heroes would find themselves displaced to wherever the work took them. The odious Bachoo Sen surfaced in Florida as co-executive producer of Nightmare Weekend (1985), which turned out to be Sen’s final stain on the film world.
Norman J. Warren found himself in the North West of England shooting Bloody New Year and Gunpowder, the latter being a James Bond imitation comedy on a pitifully low budget, the sort of cinematic jape more associated with Lindsay Shonteff than Warren. Shonteff himself would be based out of Reading in Berkshire for the 1980s, taking the step down to shooting on video with The Killing Edge and Lipstick and Blood.
Others travelled further afield to continue their careers, the intrepid Alan Birkinshaw, he of Killer’s Moon notoriety, journeyed to the Philippines to make Invaders of the Lost Gold, then onto darkest Africa for a series of less than faithful Edgar Allan Poe and Agatha Christie adaptations made under the aegis of producer Harry Alan Towers.
Then, but of course, there was screenwriter Derek Ford (Corruption). After the catastrophe of Don’t Open Till Christmas, Ford ended up in Sweden as assistant-director of Blood Tracks, featuring Ford in a cameo as a location scout for a heavy metal band’s rock video. Ford, a middle-aged Roald Dahl lookalike, makes for an extremely unlikely part of a heavy metal band’s entourage.
Towards the close of the decade, Ford was back in London and reunited with the only man who’d give this yesterday’s hero the time of day, Don’t Open Till Christmas’ producer Dick Randall. Randall had a history in low-budget filmmaking to rival Ford’s own, and on a visual level was every bit the public’s idea of what a B movie producer should look and sound like, taken to caricature-esque extremes.
A thick New Yawk accent, dyed black hair, a thin Gilbert Roland moustache, a roly-poly physique, and forever being surrounded by erotic material, Chinese food, cigars, wads of cash hidden in envelopes and film contracts were the characteristics that defined Dick Randall.
Not even Michael Armstrong in full on Eskimo Nell mode could have dreamt up such a larger than life character. Equal parts Max Bialystock and Benny Hill, Randall’s personality was simply too good not to be brought to the screen itself, witness his scene-stealing cameos in The Bogeyman and the French Murders and Emmanuelle 3, or his tour de force as the sleazy caretaker in Mario Bava’s 4 Times that Night.
From the point of view of the exploitation film fan there are few films which open with the legend “Dick Randall presents” that fail to meet expectations, and Randall’s productions were always infinitely superior to those of the superficially similar Harry Alan Towers. Having surfaced in London in the early 80s, Randall set up shop in Wardour Street – in the process keeping the British exploitation genre alive, and many of its veterans in employment.
The aforementioned Alan Birkinshaw, as well as the likes of Alan Selwyn, Jim Connock, Alan Pudney and Ray Selfe, were all at one point or another on the Dick Randall payroll. There also appears to have been an unwritten law that any sex and horror screenwriter not dead or retired by the 1980s had to write an unfilmed script for Dick Randall. David McGillivray knocked one out for him called ‘Park Lane’, and Michael Armstrong penned the unmade Kung-Fu spectacular ‘Enter 3 Ninjas’.
Against all odds, Derek Ford managed to succeed where others had failed by getting one of his Randall scripts in front of the camera and directing it as well. A script bearing the crazy title The Attack of the Killer Computer, out of which was born an equally crazy little film, one that sadly would turn out to be Ford’s cinematic swansong.
Showbiz all-rounder Peter Gordeno plays a Stock Aitken Waterman era record producer. A man whose success in the pop charts is equal to his success in the bedroom, Gordeno’s character, who answers to the unforgettable name of Bono Zorro, is never without a giggling glamour girl on his arm, or several more in his hot tub. The heir apparent to Alan Lake’s David Galaxy persona and similarity a second rate medallion man in appearance, when he is not being pursued by groupies, our man Bono is partying hard with call girls, recording these encounters for posterity on his CCTV system.
Wannabe singer Melanie (Sally Anne Balaam) is instantly won over by the mod cons in Bono’s house, all controlled by a hi-tech computer that he has affectionately nicknamed ‘S.E.X.Y’. After Melanie becomes the latest notch on the Zorro bedpost, the hyper-sleazy Bono leaves her to visit his friend Jane – a high-class prostitute – in an attempt to talk Jane into a threesome.
Bono and Jane appear to be close pals who regularly make the point of involving each other in their bedroom romps. “Ok, let’s go slaughter your lamb” says Jane, knowingly. Melanie herself proves to be a fast mover and invites a female friend over to Bono’s house then ends up in bed with her.
All these shenanigans prove to be too much for S.E.X.Y who for reasons never made clear, embarks on a murder rampage. Quite literally turning up the heat up on Melanie, S.E.X.Y roasts her to death in the shower until Melanie is nothing more than a pile of slop disappearing down the plughole. A similarly jaw-dropping fate awaits Melanie’s friend Jane when the killer computer causes the poor woman’s breasts to explode under a sunbed.
Bono returns home to find Melanie missing, charred remains in his sunbed, and the house’s mod cons malfunctioning. Computer operated doors fail to re-open, keeping him and Jane shut in the house. Attempting to rectify the situation by trying to turn the computer off only results in Bono getting a massive electric shock. Parts of the CCTV recording have been deleted by S.E.X.Y, removing all evidence of the murders, however, it is thoughtful enough to retain the CCTV recording of Melanie’s earlier sexual encounter, thus allowing her owner the chance to ogle the sight of the two women in bed together; “kids these days” he leeringly quips to Jane. For all the freakish happenings about the house, it remains sex rather than S.E.X.Y that is Bono and Jane’s primary concern.
With the plan for an afternoon romp with Melanie now a non-starter, Jane calls up Tiga and Susan, a pair of fellow call girls, to provide the fun and games. A turn of events that doesn’t go down at all well with the killer computer, which dispatches this duo at the first available opportunity, boiling Susan in the hot tub and turning an electric toothbrush against Tiga.
Just to add to Bono’s problems, S.E.X.Y begins materialising around the house in the form of a naked woman, and not just any naked woman either, but one with green skin and kabuki influenced make-up and wig. ‘S.E.X.Y in human form’ is perhaps a microcosm of this entire film, totally laughable at first sight, yet admirably audacious in retrospect. S.E.X.Y has the look of an X-Rated Vladimir Tretchikoff painting come to life.
The evil computer’s machinations take full effect in the film’s final act that sees S.E.X.Y wipe Bono’s memory, leaving the green lady free to do her best to bump off Jane, attempting to run her over in the garage. S.E.X.Y keeps Bono in an anaesthetised state by throwing sexy spectacles his way that play to his voyeur tendencies. This includes S.E.X.Y ringing up two further call girls, this time from the “cat calls agency”, to act as a distraction for Bono, and what a distraction these pair are!
Dressed in fishnet body stockings the duo’s routine consists of playing a video of a mud wrestling competition (clips were taken from the 1983 David Sullivan production Hellcats – Mud Wrestling) and simultaneously tearing each other’s clothes off and making cat noises!! Jane’s subsequent attempt to put an end to the computer by taking a meat cleaver to it results in a finale that can boast combining both a bloodbath and a mud bath!
Unfortunately, the film would lose its original Attack of the Killer Computer title mid-production in favour of the somewhat bland and generic new title The Urge to Kill. A title change purely motivated by the fact that Randall owned the rights to a very Eighties pop song called Urge to Kill and thought it should be incorporated into his new film. “I’ve got the urge to smash, smack, break and crack…it’s unbearable, I must fight back… I’ve got the urge to kill” goes the near-rap chorus of the original version of the song. During filming it came to Randall’s attention that Peter Gordeno’s son had music career aspirations and persuaded the budding musician (who now plays keyboards in Depeche Mode) to record the second version of this song, one that feminised the lyrics to suit the film’s storyline.
In contrast to the excruciatingly protracted production history of Don’t Open Till Christmas, the making of Killer Computer passed without incident. Derek Ford shot the film in just over a week, mainly at Dick Randall’s own house in central London with some ‘location’ work done at Randall’s office and Peter Gordeno’s abode in Weybridge. This, all on a budget that one crew member would later jokingly refer to as “about £1.50”.
Quickly as filming went, the production that still manages to capture the personalities of both Ford and Randall. Even at this late stage in his career Killer Computer shows that the great showman in Dick Randall hadn’t diminished one bit. Gore scenes equal if not surpass Don’t Open Till Christmas in terms of explicitness and inventiveness, there is constant nudity from female cast members, and Randall’s tongue-in-cheek sense of humour is in evidence after all the lead character is called Bono Zorro!
The real fear at the heart of Killer Computer though isn’t a fear of modern technology, but the vulnerable and exploitable position that Bono finds himself in by pursuing a sex-driven, hedonistic lifestyle. Initially introduced in the film as a flash predator who acts as confidant/co-conspirator to high-class prostitutes, the film dismantles this image of Bono as it progresses, revealing him to be a needy, and increasingly jaded, punter. ‘His Private Hell’ if you will.
Given that Ford himself was no stranger to a sexually offbeat lifestyle, Killer Computer strongly invites interpretation as Ford filtering his own sexual concerns and paranoia through a horror/sci-fi film premise. Bono surrounds himself with teasing, sexy women who in reality care nothing for him or his well being, privately regarding him as just another rich mark and cash cow. This is the angle that S.E.X.Y uses to play divide and conquer mind games, turning Bono against the women by planting the seed of suspicion in his mind that the murders and constantly disappearing women is all part of a blackmail scheme that these call girls have concocted to scam him. “I don’t know what kind of shakedown you think you are lining me up for” hollers Bono at Jane “but you better get that girl out from wherever you’ve hidden her, right now”.
The portrayal of women in Killer Computer as cold and ruthless – a notion taken to the extreme with S.E.X.Y. – does represent a massive about-turn for Ford. Prior to this, Ford films had generally championed female characters and looked down on chauvinistic male ones, consider the contempt shown for the male photographer cum sexual blackmailer in 1971’s Suburban Wives. Even at the height of the sex comedy era Ford went against the crowd by investing in his female characters, while his blokish working-class characters, the plumber in Commuter Husbands and the dull heroes of What’s Up Nurse? and What’s Up Superdoc? rank amongst Ford’s weakest and inauthentic creations. It is perversity noteworthy that the sole endearing and well-realised male lead in a Ford sex film, Jack in Keep It Up Jack spends the majority of that film using drag to pass himself off as a woman, and functions as an honorary sister in that film.
By viewing the proceedings through Bono’s eyes, eyes that only see women as blackmailing bitches or fresh meat (at one point he compares women to Kleenex in that you can “use ‘em, and throw ‘em away”) the film presents a more sour view of women than any other Ford film. Sally Anne Balaam’s character Melanie, who uses her sex appeal but ultimately you feel isn’t smart enough to avoid being exploited by others, draws comparisons to Esme Johns’ title character in Groupie Girl. However, Groupie Girl’s compassion for its title character and attempts to understand her is totally absent here. At first, coming across as a comedy bimbo, Melanie lets that mask slip in later scenes, revealing a nasty edge to her airhead exterior. No sooner is Bono’s back turned than Melanie is on the phone to her friend, bragging about having slept with a rich man, malevolently adding “he’s mine, hands off bitch” when said friend tries to muscle in on this potential goldmine.
A Page 3 girl by trade, Balaam was the quintessential 1980s glamour model. Sally Anne’s round, pouty face and her being big of hair and chest inevitably earning her the title ‘the new Sam Fox’. An extremely busy personality around this time, Balaam’s career encompassed winning a Miss Wet T-shirt competition and dancing in Electric Blue videos. Balaam also had the obligatory hook up with the David Sullivan Empire, appearing in the pages of Park Lane and doing topless promotional stunts for The Daily Sport, sometimes under the alternative name Sally Anne Southend. The casting of her here seems an apparently sincere attempt to pluck Balaam out of the softcore shuffle and open up an acting career for her, keeping her onscreen for around the first twenty minutes of the film rather than merely using her in a novelty value cameo.
Other recognizable names include Marie Harper – the recipient of the exploding titties treatment – and the uber-kooky Suzie Sylvie. Harper is best known for her definitive portrayal of Mary Millington’s corpse in Mary Millington’s True Blue Confessions (1980) and Sylvie familiar as the woman who gives birth to a fully grown man in Xtro (1983) and bottom of the cast list roles in British sex films. Cast members like Sylvie and Tiga Adams were seeing out the end of their glamour careers with this film, and unlike Balaam no longer had youth on their side, lending believability to their casting as hard-bitten, veteran sex workers.
As much goodwill as Ford’s other films offer to women, Killer Computer serves as his last-minute poison pen letter to womankind. For Ford, the film’s cynical depiction of women as mercenary minded would tragically prove to be entirely accurate with regards to his real life. Not long after making the film he’d enter into a business relationship with a woman who ended up using and exploiting him, his very own ‘S.E.X.Y in human form’ minus the green skin. Making it chillingly prophetic that the final villain in a Ford film should be a woman.
In a post-production twist all of the female performers in the film would end up being dubbed and in the final edit of the film talk with re-voiced American accents. Quirkier still is that all look to have been dubbed by the same voiceover artist, a voice that sounds suspiciously like that of Dick Randall’s extraordinary wife Corliss Randall (aka Chick Norris). A decision likely to have been undertaken by Randall himself with an eye on making this an easier sell to the US market, but having the knock-on effect of adding to the one-dimensional qualities of the female characters. The world of Attack of the Killer Computer is a world where all women –quite literally – speak with the same voice.
The only cast member to avoid the American dubbing is the unknown, green painted model playing S.E.X.Y. This, on account of S.E.X.Y sporting a distorted, ‘computerised’ voice. “It’s alright, everything is going to be alright, no more bad dreams, just beautiful thoughts, everyone happy,” S.E.X.Y tells Bono, leading him around the house in a trance-like state “come upstairs to a place of pleasure, and all your days will be spent in paradise”. A come on that suggests the film might be heading in the direction of the famously unfilmed ending of Cronenberg’s Videodrome that would have seen a post-death Max Renn reunited with Nicki Brand in an orgiastic afterlife on the Videodrome set. Alas, there is no happy ending or sexual utopia in store for Bono, and coincidentally- or maybe not- the final scenes of both Videodrome and Killer Computer centre around the image of an exploding television set.
That Ford made a film like Killer Computer at the tail end of his career is in itself a surprise, as he spent the close of the 1980s attempting to distance himself from his past in the hope that a mainstream career would open up for him. Delusions of grandeur and self-hatred rear their heads in the books Ford wrote around this time. In ‘Panic on Sunset’ Ford’s biographical blurb provides a fantasy version of his career, with claims to having ‘contributed to most major British television series’ and the half-truth of Ford having ‘made movies in Europe and the United States’. In ‘The Casting Couch’ Ford waxes nostalgically for the golden age of Hollywood, its glamorous stars and the sexual transgressions that brought them down, an era he clearly wished he’d been a part of, then takes swipes at the era he really was involved with.
On 1970s hardcore films Ford is dismissive “crude and without any redeeming features”, piling on all the clichés for a perceived bored, curtain-twitching housewife readership by claiming such films were predominately made by ex-car salesmen “before organized crime moved in to scoop the pool”, conveniently forgetting to mention his own involvement in that cinematic realm.
“He did have some imagination and sensitivity but lacked the clarity of vision and practical expertise to bring off a major project” remembers an acquaintance of Ford’s “consequently he was probably, inside, a disappointed man who felt he had never achieved his full potential”. This film sees Ford re-embrace his exploitation auteur tendencies with a vengeance. A richness of sleazy incident – pole dancing, thumb sucking, upskirt shots, women in leather, mud wrestling- crowd the narrative, causing the never particularly coherent or remotely credible storyline to collapse under its weight. Representing a tremendous return to form, Killer Computer rates as Ford’s 2nd most outrageous film, kept off the number one spot by of course Diversions/Sex Express since unlike in that film Ford wasn’t allowed the integrate hardcore sex into the proceedings here.
So why, you might ask yourself, have you probably never heard of – let alone seen – this film? Well, despite the production being the recipient of some free publicity in The Daily Star ‘newspaper’ – whose interest in the film was likely down to Sally Anne Balaam’s involvement – the film was never released and would spend over two decades on the shelf.
In the meantime, the only glimpses the public would get of the film were in the now long-forgotten 1995 Jonathan Ross BBC2 series Mondo Rosso. A weak follow on from Ross’ ‘Incredibly Strange Film Show’ series for Channel 4, Mondo Rosso made use of special effects footage taken from Killer Computer in a sketch parodying The Old Grey Whistle Test. Exactly how clips from an unreleased Derek Ford film came to be used in a BBC2 series remains unclear, it is possible that Ross – or somebody connected with that programme – became aware of Killer Computer in the process of tracking down the rights to For Y’ur Height Only, a Filipino James Bond spoof starring a midget that Randall had produced and owned the rights to – footage from which was also used in Mondo Rosso.
The entire film eventually surfaced in 2011 when a screener copy mysteriously found its way onto the film collectors circuit soon after appearing on an internet site offering “rare, hard to find films” on DVD. Subsequently, the film has apparently been sighted on several, equally grey area, file sharing sites. The irony is that the futuristic computer technology that wreaks havoc in the film itself would be the same mischievous force that would one day spring Killer Computer from its long-standing unreleased status, finally letting S.E.X.Y loose on an unsuspecting world.
The leaked, time-coded screener copy bears the onscreen logo ‘RTV Video’ offering a potential clue as to the film’s aborted release history. An extremely short-lived video label from the early 1990s whose initials might stand for Randall Trading Video, RTV’s initial release was a Randall supervised re-issue of the 1925 Lon Chaney version of Phantom of the Opera. No doubt hoping to cash in on the success of the Giorgio Moroder tinkering of Metropolis and the West End version of Phantom, Randall commissioned Rick Wakeman to provide a modern soundtrack to the silent film, later released on an album entitled ‘Phantom Power’.
Randall inadvertently financed a mini-House of the Long Shadows reunion too, when he hired Christopher Lee to host a new introduction to the film, directed by Michael Armstrong. Don’t be fooled by Lee’s claims to be speaking to you from beneath the Palais Garnier, in typical Dick Randall style this introduction was in fact filmed in the basement of a London restaurant. Most of the budget looks like it went on Lee’s tuxedo. The presence of the RTV logo on the screener indicates that Ford’s film would have been the second release put out on this fledgeling label, however as events panned out the Randall revamp of Phantom looks to have been RTV’s sole contribution to the video market.
Different as they were, Dick Randall’s workaholic nature and Derek Ford’s personal obsessions that drove his film work meant neither of them could ever give up the ghost and both were destined to see out exploitation cinema till it’s very ending. That Ford and Randall both passed away not long after this film, coupled with it being the last film to continue the British exploitation film practice of passing off glamour models as actresses, as well as the narrative’s own obsession with death and charting its lead character’s downfall, all add to the overwhelming sense of “it all dies here”. The last British exploitation film.
To watch The Urge to Kill is to bear witness to a once-mighty, forever disreputable genre breath its last and keel over on Dick Randall’s swanky living room floor. The film’s resurrection in the internet era though represents one final piece in the British exploitation puzzle finally slotting into place and ensures the entire genre, as well as the careers of Ford and Randall now, end with an almighty bang rather than a whimper. It’s a fitting final film from the man who made The Wife Swappers and became a character in that film for the rest of his life.
Gavin Whitaker, guest reviewer via Gav Crimson Blogspot
The Urge to Kill received a limited edition French DVD release on 1st April 2015, in English, with French subtitles. Typically, the sleeve image is entirely unrelated to the film itself.