This unscrupulous thriller lifts its basic premise — a sniper at a Super Bowl game — straight from Bogdanovich's Targets, and sprints into the movie marketplace a hair ahead of Frankenheimer's Black Sunday. As in the Bogdanovich, the mass murderer is shown to have a taste for Baby Ruth bars; but otherwise, his identity, his face, his background aren't shown at all. This gimmick leads to come coy camerawork which catches only pieces of the madman — his soft hairless hands, his hush puppies. We are allowed, however, to peer through his telescopic sight as he picks out the famous guest stars in the L.A. Coliseum crowd (why did the Coliseum cooperate with this odious project?), and we are teased now and then with false alarms (a fan lets out a groan, tosses his popcorn sky-high, and pitches head-first down the aisle — a coronary victim) in order to stoke our anticipation of the promised carnage. Charlton Heston, John Cassavetes, David Janssen, Gena Rowlands; directed by Larry Peerce. (1976) — Duncan Shepherd
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