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- 1988
- R
- Shapiro-Glickenhaus Entertainment
- 1 h 25 m
- 1988
- R
- Shapiro-Glickenhaus Entertainment
- 1 h 25 m
Summary A killer dressed in a police uniform begins murdering innocent people on the streets of New York City.
Directed By: William Lustig
Written By: Larry Cohen
- 1988
- R
- Shapiro-Glickenhaus Entertainment
- 1 h 25 m
- 1988
- R
- Shapiro-Glickenhaus Entertainment
- 1 h 25 m
Maniac Cop
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6.2
Where to Watch
Summary A killer dressed in a police uniform begins murdering innocent people on the streets of New York City.
Directed By: William Lustig
Written By: Larry Cohen
Where to Watch
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Metascore
Mixed or Average
Based on 10 Critic Reviews
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20% Positive
2 Reviews
2 Reviews
40% Mixed
4 Reviews
4 Reviews
40% Negative
4 Reviews
4 Reviews
Metascore
Mixed or Average
Based on 10 Critic Reviews
40
20% Positive
2 Reviews
2 Reviews
40% Mixed
4 Reviews
4 Reviews
40% Negative
4 Reviews
4 Reviews
Maniac Cop is the type of movie that you would want to watch through the slits in a sewer grate, only its execution sits perched well above its scummy aim, and the end result is that you feel guilty for wishing for something more perverted.
Maniac Cop deserves to be re-evaluated as a quintessential 80s B-movie – low on brains but high on charm – and lucky viewers should keep an eye out for cameos from The Evil Dead (1981) director Sam Raimi and the Raging Bull himself, Mr. Jake LaMotta.
User Score
Generally Favorable
Based on 15 User Ratings
6.2
73% Positive
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7% Mixed
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20% Negative
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User Score
Generally Favorable
Based on 15 User Ratings
6.2
73% Positive
11 Ratings
11 Ratings
7% Mixed
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1 Rating
20% Negative
3 Ratings
3 Ratings
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A no-holds-barred assault on hollywood cop sensibilities that could have benefited from more comic diversions.
Maniac Cop is a disappointing thriller that wastes an oddball premise and offbeat point-of-view.
The acting is stiff, the dialogue is stiffer and the action scenes are laborious. Even the presence of professionals like Sheree North and Richard Roundtree, in small roles, tend to diminish them rather than improve the film.
It also begs for an anarchic-camp approach, or else a deeper exploitation of the very real fears the common citizenry have of men in blue in so many urban climes nowadays.
The script is at once so undernourished and so obvious that you'll be convinced Cohen produced it via telegram: START MANIAC COP KILLS CIVILIANS STOP CLEANCUT GETS BLAME STOP WORLD-WEARY DETECTIVE FIGURES IT OUT STOP BODIES FALL STOP.
