William Friedkin knows his way around a good thriller -- he made The Exorcist, after all, arguably the most potent, effective, garishly horrific thriller of all time. This movie, for all of its subliminal and outdated anti-gay sentiment, is so badly written and acted that in the end, it is full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. It is one of those movies where the repugnant killings and dark, smoky, dangerous posturings come with no thrill, making them not only repugnant, but completely uninvolving. The ending is unintentionally hilarious. On the political side, it is no wonder, with propaganda like this, homosexuality got a bad rap in the 70s/early 80s...this movie portrays all of its many gay characters as pathetic vampire-ish creatures who live for the night and for dark, torturous encounters in hideously lit bars and back alleys. Yuck.