Gimme a break, this sucks!
This title is a total lie, not a single icebox is killed in this movie. For that matter, you only see an icebox twice, and the dead body hanging in it is a warthog.
The Icebox Murders opens up with a woman being stalked and killed by one of those slooooooow-walkin' slasher types. Then we flash forward some time, learning that six women have shared her fate, and we find that two women have been invited to a remote mansion by a reclusive, balding millionaire with a fake-looking mustache and huge, huge sunglasses. For most of the film, he berates his bumbling assistant and the women wonder which of the two are nuttier, and then they meet a clean-shaven guy with a bad hairpiece at a local disco. Are we really supposed to be surprised by where this is going?
Acting is, predictably, hilariously bad, especially that "Take off your blouse!" scene. The same guy who says that later limps around due to a shoulder injury. The score is alternately jazzy, disco, and just drums, but it's always cheerful and peppy, no matter who's in danger of being killed or with what.
Yep, incompetently made Spanish cack through and through (also known as El Cepo). Why should I be putting more effort into a review than was put into the film? I'm going to bed.
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