Mia Farrow arrives at her Uncle's country manor to recuperate after losing her eyesight after a horseriding accident. After a riding trip she returns to the house and slowly comes to realise that the household have been brutally slaughtered and the killer has left an identity bracelet behind, which he returns to collect....
Or Blind Terror as it's normally known in Britain. Right from the start the director shows his intentions as the killer, only recognisable, until the end, by his cowboy boots, coming out of a cinema double bill showing 'The Convent Murders' and 'Rapist Cult' and focuses on toy guns in windows, violence on the tvs in shop windows etc. Then he plays the class card as an upper crust car (actually the car of of Mia Farrow's uncle) has the temerity to splash his boots and so the killer crosses a zebra crossing, stopping the car from moving on. The uncle driving the car says, echoing the viewer, "Ok, move along. You've made your point." But I'm being harsh. Besides all this, and the old disabled person/woman in peril plotline' this is a finely made taut thriller from the confident hand of 60/70s tv supremo Brian Clemens. The only major complaint is that the ending just sort of fizzles out. Not flawless, but still an overlooked gem.
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