Film

The Zodiac Killer

Name: The Zodiac Killer
Genre: Crime, Horror, Thriller
Released: 1971
Cast: Hal Reed, Bob Jones, Ray Lynch, Mary Darrington, Frank Sanabek

A 1971 exploitation thriller capitalizing on the real Zodiac murders terrorizing San Francisco. It's grimy, paranoid, and aggressively cheap-looking—think documentary urgency filtered through drive-in sensationalism. For viewers interested in how Hollywood immediately sensationalizes true crime, and who don't mind low-budget '70s filmmaking as an aesthetic choice.

TMDb rating

2.4

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