This might be called a low budget psychological thriller; low budget it is for sure, but there is not much here in the way of thrills. A woman is murdered, then there is a double murder, enter our damsel, in a wheelchair. She is left alone in her apartment in the capital because everyone is fleeing to the countryside and the coast due to the summer heat. Now, there's a funny thing. "The Next Victim" was screened in April 1976; the summer that followed was the hottest not only in living memory but since records began. In Ladbroke Grove where I was living at the time - a few miles from this imaginary crime scene - people were sleeping out in the streets.
So what does this thriller, so-called, have to offer? A red herring or two, but its saving grace is a real twist at the end. Having said that, the police - who never interact with the damsel - are somewhat superfluous, bar one glimpse at a photograph you might miss, especially if you are yawning at the time.
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