In an alternate Earth populated by absolute jerks with loutish personalities, a white-masked killer is — and rightfully so — chopping the populace of Paddock County all to gory pieces, using the edge of his ax, of course.
After brutally attacking a woman in the middle of a car wash, two total dicks — computer fuck Gerald and womanizing exterminator Richard — find themselves in the middle of a murder spree of assholes being stalked and slaughtered. Of course, the prick sheriff — convinced these are all suicides — won’t do anything about it as the body count rises.
Meanwhile, Gerald meets a loathsome woman who asks his computer if he’s “gay.”
An unseen sex worker who has apparently pleasured the entire town is killed, a priggish nurse’s head is irrevocably severed and, even worse, the bucolic lady who plays the organ at church finds her dog butchered all to hell. More pre-1990 computer-based intrigue is had, with dot-matrix red herrings printed all along the way. Just give it a few minutes.
When the killer is quickly unmasked with a contemptible list of unseen clues that weren’t discovered until the last 10 minutes, director José Ramón Larraz (The House That Vanished) gives us the ol’ Spanish switcheroo, with the obvious hopes of Edge of the Axe 2: The Wooden Handle of Death to be immediately financed and put into production. It wasn’t.
A gratuitously bloody example of the depths that a somewhat respected horror director of the ’70s would sink to in the ’80s, the only way that I would run out to see Edge of the Axe is if a faceless killer is trying to chop me up, and even then I’d probably just briskly walk to my computer and Google their identity, because apparently it’s just that easy. —Louis Fowler
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