Tracy Winters Goofy film about a maniac murderer (Bill Shatner).Shatner once again proves that the only good thing he ever did was Star Trek. His relentless mugging and over-acting is curious because he's a talented performer albeit one-dimensional.... Shatner is Shatner in everything he does.Ruth Roman is much better, though she again plays an unsympathetic character. Hollywood surely has never learned how to cast actors, and definitely has never learned how NOT to stereotype them. Kim Nicholas is fine as a troubled little girl.Shatner fans will want to tune in, but most people know he has a limited range. If you're just another undemanding 'trekkie', than have at it.

Woodyanders Suavely slimy psychopathic hustler and gigolo Matt Stone (the incomparable William Shatner in full-blown eyeball-rolling four-sheets-to-the-wind histrionic mode) seduces lonely young widows and swindles them out of their money through an investment scam. However, complications ensure when Tina (a perfectly obnoxious performance by Kim Nicholas), the bratty daughter of latest potential conquest Ann (a solid and appealing portrayal by fetching brunette Jennifer Bishop), suspects that something is up.Director William Grefe creates a suitably seedy atmosphere, keeps the enjoyably sordid story moving along at a brisk pace, and provides lots of priceless gut-busting moments, with Shatner telling off a fat woman with balloons and an insane car wash chase set piece rating as the definite sidesplitting campy highlights. Ruth Roman lends sturdy support as Ann's loyal best female friend Julie while Harold Sakata serves as inadvertent comic relief in the plum role of Karate Pete, who's without a doubt the world's clumsiest and most painfully conspicuous would-be blackmailer (he even rides around in a huge camper with his name emblazoned on it!). Popping up in nifty bits are Florida exploitation staple William Kerwin as a soldier who gets bumped off in the prologue and Shatner's foxy onetime wife Marcy Lafferty as a hot to trot hotel clerk. Shat's trademark lip-smacking overacting and his eye-wateringly hideous 70's wardrobe via for the loudest spectacles featured in this film. A total kitschy hoot.

librachild "Impulse" is a must see for any fan of B moviedom! During a low point in his career, Shatner gives a stellar performance as Matt a psychotic killer. He begins his killing ways as a child when he sees his mother, in their home, being raped by a soldier (played by William Kerwin) and plunges a Samurai sword into him. The film then flashes forward to 1974 Florida where he kills his current lover, then comes into a small town and wins the heart of a widow, but not her disapproving young daughter. The daughter is wise to his motives after she witnesses Shatner kill Harold Sakata in a car wash, but no one will believe her until the bloody climax of the film. Think Shatner's acting was tacky in his Star Trek hey day? He goes over the top in this cheapy thriller. And yes, dig his groovy duds! Everything from polyester zig zag print shirts to striped tank top and white pimp suit complete with hat! Cheesy scenes, dialogue and plot make this drive in delight a movie to seek out. Hard to find, it is slowly making it's way to DVD. This would have made an excellent MST3K episode! Fun for all!

Joseph P. Ulibas William Shatner's Impulse (1974) is classic Shatner. He mugs, grimaces and sweats in front of the camera. Wearing those funky 70's threads and heavy sideburns and poofy comb over, Shatner's the man! But he's also a homicidal nut job. He over acts like a mother in this one. If you're a fan of the camera mugging, paycheck collecting, hammy over the top Shatner, you've struck the mother lode with this one. Impulse has to be the ultimate Shatner film. You'll never find him acting like this in one film. Seems like the director had Shatner pour all of his acting talents into the role of Matt Stone, the psychotic gigolo with pedophile tendencies.Highly recommended for William Shatner fans!If Shatner wasn't playing the role, this movie would have stunk like a week old pair of socks.