Killer Inside Me (The)

Affleck mumbles his way throughout...his depiction of insanity is wearisome. Frankly, it's beyond boring.

Without a modicum of intelligence, the 'sting' operation is as apparent as a wart on the end of your dick.

The 50s eye-for-detail is lazy...the narrative haphazard.

There is a brief scene of a young boy being raped by an older boy in the back of the car - now, that would give a motive for one of the murders...but, a later scene negates that rationale...

Winterbottom likes to court controversy...the explicitly lousy 9 Songs and, here, the violence against women is as repellent as that wart on your dick...

Winterbottom has no idea about structure nor about characterisation - he uses the violence as a vehicle to drive this film...unfortunately, this vehicle has three flat tyres.

The ending...did they all get bored and decide, collectively, to throw in the towel?

Possibly, one of the most ridiculous endings in film history.

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