Falling somewhere between Taxi Driver, Maniac and neon-lit neo-noir, Ferrari’s tawdry feature anatomises Manhattan vice in much the way that the killer carves up his victims.

... there's something genuinely nauseating about the way "Fear City" traffics in women's bodies, alive and dead.

Has a bitterness and cynicism that's grimily, perversely romantic.

…trigger warnings apply to sensitive viewers drawn in by the pre-stardom big-name cast here, has a feel that’s as exploitative as the popular slasher movies at the time…in keeping with St John and Ferrara’s observation of a bleak, cruel universe.