The Lonely Violent Beach (1971): Bikers, Beaches, and Not So Bloody Revenge
House on the Edge of the Park, Last House on the Left, or Last House on the Beach, The Lonely Violent Beach avoids the cliché by clever shifts in power among the characters. Writer/director Ernesto Gastaldi had already penned a number of the classic gialli including Your Vice is a Locked Room and Only I Have The Key, The Case of the Bloody Iris, All the Colors of the Dark, and I could literally go on and on. That’s not even getting into his output as a writer on Westerns, Peblum, Action, Horror, and again more. Gastaldi penned 121 films in his career, but he only directed five features with The Lonely Violent Beach (La lunga spiaggia fredda) being the third. All of them starring or costarring his wife Mara Maryl. Just as Gastaldi had brought so many other genres to new heights, The Lonely Violent Beach is assuredly more philosophical and acutely psychological to its counterparts. What it isn’t is all that violent.
Your Vice is a Locked Room, Swept Away (1974)) disappears behind mats of facial hair and long dark locks, and his perverse biker who gets off on watching the rapes, is perhaps the most revolting of the characters. Joshua Sinclair (Keoma, Inglorious Bastards) spends most of the film gearing up to be the threat, but when he gets there, The Lonely Violent Beach takes its only stumble by not delivering on the film’s climatic moments.
I can't find a trailer so in lieu, Bed Intruder.