Using low budget vision as an excuse for how poor The Driller Killer is is woeful in the extreme, proclaiming it as a misunderstood masterpiece is tantamount to insanity. Director Abel Ferrara would move on from this rubbish and produce some genuinely great movies, after this, my third viewing, I just can't see where this so called conscientious statement on urban life is?
The plot, as it is, concerns struggling artist Reno (Ferrara working under an alias of Jimmy Laine), fearful of being washed up and constantly blighted by the Punk Rock band rehearsing downstairs, he finally cracks and takes to the streets with his trusty power drill to murder the bums of the streets, then, shock horror! Those who have done him wrong.
It's not smart or remotely clever, it's cheap and tacky, and frankly as a British citizen I'm embarrassed that this island banned this film during the infamous Video Nasty craze. Because it has afforded this picture a reputation it most definitely doesn't deserve, even back in the early 80s the violence on show was more laughable than unsettling, my advice to any prospective first time viewer is avoid at all costs.
2/10 for the great two chord Punk band who feature prominently.