Jean-Luc Godard once described a Jerry Lewis movie as the "acme of stupidity." But that description might fit this movie better. Killer on Parade is a farce so broad that it cannot be called called a comedy, as it is so far from any human experience that there aren't any laughs in it. A spoof of gangster and spy movies, it is so absurd that it's closest analogy is the Batman television series that came a few years later, but only without that show's irony. The movie's plot (such as it is) is about a gang of assassins and the problems they encounter when an assignment they covet is assigned to another. Just describing the assassins can give an idea of how "wacky" this movie is: one is actually a doctor (who carries a black bag that helpfully has the English word Doctor stenciled on it), another is a former athlete who still wears his college football uniform, another is a country bumpkin who carries her pet goat, etc. It's hard to believe the studio thought any adults would be interested in this; it comes across like it was adapted from a bad grade school boy's manga. The only redeeming feature of this movie are its color scheme and sets; the cinematography is riot of color. But other than that, the movie is pretty much a waste of time.
