“When a man climbs on top of a woman, she becomes ugly!“

Man, this killer really has a Madonna Whore complex, huh?

Also known as Sex Power and Target Massacre in the UK, this is a sleazy thriller in which Mike (Michael Stearns), an incel who just never makes it with the ladies. Even when Susan (Donna Young, appearing as Dawna Rae; she was in everything from The Black Gestapo to Take It Out In Trade) invites him to her home while she’s go-go dancing at The Classic Cat, he’s simply shocked at all of the sex going on around him. 

Mike, it’s 1970, and you’re in a Lee Frost movie.

He gets so upset that he drives up into the Hollywood hills and starts shooting at people while they’re balling. 

That’s the whole movie, but it’s got some fuzzed-out tunes and attractive au natural 70s ladies such as Sherill Thomas, Joan McBride and Cathy Horton, all one-and-done actresses. 

Lee Frost was a cinematic chameleon, operating with a prolific, pseudonym-heavy madness. Whether he was billed as David Kayne, R.L. Frost, F.C. Perl, Elov Peterson, or any of a dozen other aliases, the man was a one-man industry.

He cut his teeth in the trenches of sexploitation with titles like Surftide 77 and the wonderfully bizarre The House on Bare Mountain, eventually graduating to the grimier world of “roughies” with The Defilers, The Pick-Up and The Animal. He even dabbled in the dark corners of the American Mondo scene, lensing shock-docs like Mondo Bizarro, Mondo Bizarro and The Forbidden.

Much like the Italian exploitation fiends who pivoted to whichever was printing money that week, Frost was a genre-hopping machine. His resume reads like a roadmap of drive-in history:

• Westerns: Hot Spur, The Scavengers
• Biker Flicks: Chrome and Hot Leather
• Occult: Witchcraft ’70
• Horror: The Thing with Two Heads
• Hicksploitation: Dixie Dynamite
• Naziploitation: Love Camp 7
• Blaxploitation: The Black Gestapo

And then, of course, there was the hardcore stuff. But Frost didn’t just sleepwalk through a skin flick; he directed A Climax of Blue Power, a piece of porno chic designed specifically to rattle and upset anyone brave enough to hit play. Somewhere in the middle of all that beautiful, greasy chaos, he even found the time to write the satanic-panic masterpiece Race with the Devil.

Zero In and Scream isn’t good, but it’s great. It has the same feel as the Zodiac Killer: the hopelessness of being trapped in a world filled with gorgeous women who couldn’t care less about you, and the only release you have is hot lead sprayed right in their faces. It’s not pretty, but for those who love this kind of cinema, a battered print is on Cultpix.