Climaxes in thrillers have gotten pretty standard recently, involving chases and shootouts and a lot of blood. I, Madman has some surprises.

A distinctive, esoteric and fun horror relic of the 1980s. Clearly churned out on a fast, frugal timeline, it affectionately embraces such disparate influences as the respective works of Lon Chaney & Alfred Hitchcock, slashers, films noir & pulp fiction.

A genuinely moody film, and an exercise in imagination enhanced by the paperback nostalgia of a faded era of strange, adult entertainment

[UPDATED 2025 BLU-RAY REVIEW] Nifty and draggy in equal measure, this finally goes off the rails but has a fun time getting there.