“Back in the early days of homemade horror (c. 1985 - 1990), the game was small with only a few significant players. Brave video explorers could thrill to the zero-budget, hazy delights of 16mm and shot-on-video cardboard terror thanks to THE RIPPER, BOARDINGHOUSE, and GORE-MET, ZOMBIE CHEF FROM HELL to name but a few. Among such disreputable company, filmmaker Tim Ritter earned a small but loyal cult reputation thanks to his insistence on plot, identifiable locations, dark humor and outrageous gore. For those who’ve never sampled his homemade dementia, his second opus KILLING SPREE offers an appropriately insane introduction.
After losing much of his paycheck at work, sad sack Tom (the creatively named Asbestos Felt) suffers from a nasty inferiority complex that extends to his half-year marriage to Leeza (Courtney Lercara). When he finds her diary filled with sexual fantasies involving all of the men in her life, Tom snaps and, after indulging in an outrageous fantasy in which his wife's head turns into a giant, rubbery pair of lips, he hunts down each possible cuckolder (with a few other innocent parties mowed down along the way) on the way to a wacko, zombie-filled finale.
Unmistakably a product of the gorehound era, KILLING SPREE is packed with cartoonish, splatter-packed murder scenes involving a spinning-blade ceiling fan, an old woman's face pounded to mush, a simultaneous disemboweling/electrocution and more, all designed for an FX artist's greatest hits reel.” (Nathaniel Thompson, Mondo Digital)