All the elements of ANGEL OF DESTRUCTION are so familiar that it's easy to think you've already seen it. Once again, the Vietnam War lives on inside the head of a psychologically damaged protagonist for whom every day is a My Lai massacre, and once more the trauma erupts into carnage.
Serial killer Bobby Kell (Jimmy Broome), a deranged Vietnam veteran, avenges himself on Carl Wells (John Kater)--who left Kell and his men to die--and eludes capture with the help of a network of disgruntled former soldiers. Kell amuses himself by torturing, raping, killing, and mutilating
prostitutes, but makes the mistake of murdering private investigator Britt Alwood (Charlie Spradling), whose sister Jo (Maria Ford) is a policewoman. Since Britt had been hired to protect singer Delilah (Jessica Mark), Jo decides to sign up as Delilah's bodyguard and investigate the murder spree.
Jo and fellow officer Aaron Sayles (Antonio Bacci) track down Kell's wartime buddies at the bar where they all hang out, and meet with a chilly reception. Meanwhile, the temperamental Delilah angers her manager Danny (James Paolelli) and her Mafia backer Sonny Luso (Bob McFarland) so badly that
Sonny decides the heavily insured chanteuse will be worth more to him dead. In a strange twist, Kell rescues the songbird from a mob rub-out, just so he can shelve her for his own perverted purposes later. At Kell's tramp freighter hideout, Aaron is nearly beaten to death. Then Kell raises the
stakes by kidnapping Delilah's girlfriend Reena (Chanda). In a barroom ambush, Jo kills Luso, but Kell slays Danny and all Delilah's bodyguards, then kidnaps Delilah. He lures Jo to his abandoned jail fortress, where Jo and Aaron machine-gun and grenade their way inside. Dressed in a bridal gown,
Delilah is about to die at Kell's hands, but Jo subdues him with kung fu, Aaron shoots him, and Jo knocks the quasi-indestructible madman to a splattery death on the concrete below.
ANGEL OF DESTRUCTION's screenplay is supremely illogical, and its genuine potential for camp has also been wasted. The film features extensive nighttime action, and it's just as well it's photographed so murkily--that makes it harder to see its lip-smacking victimization of women, continuity
gaffes, incompetent cabaret performance scenes, poorly co-ordinated stunts, and awkwardly handled closeups. Things are scarcely better on the sound front, which is also a blessing, since the horrendous tough-guy dialogue could be most charitably described as amateur Mickey Spillane. ANGEL OF
DESTRUCTION is genre filmmaking at its least ambitious, and it fails to live up even to these aspirations. (Graphic violence, extreme profanity, extensive nudity, sexual situations.)
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