One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, and such is the case with a film as sordid and odious as ‘The New York Ripper’. Described by the British Board of Film Classification’s Carol Tpolski as “simply the most damaging film I have ever seen in my whole life”, it was banned in the UK upon its 1982 release for the next 20 years. With ‘Duck Face Killings’, Fulci’s brutal delivery and graphic depiction of their mentor’s violent world shines like the glimmer of blood under the NYC street lights, shocking and wild. A testament to the controversial master in all its decadent guts and degenerate glory.