The film opens with a woman being attacked in her home by some dude who breaks her neck. The next scene has rookie cop Max (Giuseppe Cardella) commenting on the killing with his chief, who tells him this isn’t the first murder in their town. We then cut to an opening credit sequence showing a guy and a girl working out. Uh, okay. The main plot finally starts kicking in with the introduction of Sandro Kaufmann (Carlo Girelli), a semi-doctor who owns a cable company (as in a place that makes cables) and runs a gym called Hard Game. And he wonders why his colleagues don’t take him seriously. You see, he’s been developing an “anabolyzer” steroid to help out people during their workouts. He spends so much time on it that he neglects his wife Lorna (Irene Giordano), instead opting to sign new clients like model Pamela (Alice Andreis). His star clients are Monica (Samantha Jameson) and Alfio (Mike Hudson), the couple we saw breaking a sweat in the credits. Okay, it is starting to make sense now.
Instead, I get this mess that barely qualifies as a cohesive movie. Just when I think something would tie together, Fratter pulls the rug out from under me. For example, remember the cop character Max? You know, the guy who has a girlfriend Pamela, who is privy to what is going down? Yeah, he’s never seen again after he watches the snuff tape. You think you’re getting a “cop hero comes to save his girlfriend” scenario, but instead you get a “killer randomly wanders into a fashion shoot” set-up. It is as if Fratter is haughtily saying, “I’a no play’a by the’a rules.” I’d appreciate it if it was subversive, but it is just really poor filmmaking. This lackluster filmmaking is also on display during the gore scenes, which are pretty amateurish. The “big” effects scene is when Alfio starts breaking down and spitting up black ooze. Fratter focuses on it for over two minutes, resulting in something that becomes boring rather than thrilling. The majority of the film serves mostly to film Italian women getting naked on videotape. I can’t tell you the number of nude scenes that just go on and on. If I want to watch sexy Italian women getting nekkid on video, I’ll stick with Rocco Siffredi. Amazingly, Fratter has continued to make movies. I’m sure the production values have gotten better because they certainly can’t get any worse. Anyway, rest in peace, Italian horror film industry.
Two of ANABOLYZER's only redeeming factors: