Las Vegas Serial Killer was directed by the now late Ray Dennis Steckler , fondly remembered by cult film fans as Cash Flagg. He started making amateur movies in 1953 aged 15, filming them on an 8mm movie camera. Following some time spent serving in the army, he and a friend set off to Hollywood in 1959 to begin a new life in the film industry where he specialised in cult horror films, the first one being the notoriously titled The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-Up Zombies (1964) with his wife as a co-star.

Las Vegas Serial Killer was released in 1987 and also went under the title The Hollywood Strangler in Las Vegas; essentially being a sequel to the The Hollywood Strangler Meets The Skid Row Slasher (1979) an unashamedly sleazy low-budget opus more renowned for its fabulously cheesy title than actually being any good. Hitting cash flow problems Steckler released a sequence of short films showing nude male and female actors dancing, which he claimed he had filmed during auditions for Las Vegas Serial Killer.

The story follows psychopath Jonathan Klick (Pierre Agostino) having spent six years in prison for the murder of a young woman and admitting to several other similar killings now being released early on a technicality – said technicality being that the other bodies had never been found; you’ve just gotta love our legal system, right?  Klick returns to Las Vegas and drives along the Strip getting a thrill from seeing all the casinos lined up along the route.

Before long he is back to his former psychotic ways! The action starts with a burlesque dancer who dances while the punters play online blackjack, and then moves to a pool party where he claims his next victim. As the killings mount, the clever cops still refuse to believe that Klick is the serial killer, leading to an attempt at a tense and dramatic finale…

Certainly not the greatest movie of its genre but it holds a certain appeal to connoisseurs of crap cinema with its dreadful dubbed dialogue, hideous eighties fashions and an atmosphere dripping with the sweat of a million cheap porn films.