It’s not that I just didn’t like this movie, but it veered on a level of hatred that I can’t really comprehend or even provide a rational explanation as to why. Maybe because there was nothing entertaining, redeemable, or otherwise good about the film, making it a total and utter waste of time that had my distaste for the flick at remarkably high levels. Or because KILL offers absolutely nothing new to the “strangers wake up to find they don’t know what’s going on” scenario that has been played out a billion times before it. Those two reasons alone would justify such hatred, but combine them together and you have yourself a film that’s a literal recipe for disaster.
Then, of course, it’s the low budget look and feel, with its low budget sets (set? It’s filmed in a house with tacky decorations), low budget acting, and low budget bad guys. Men dressed up in Tiki masks and Hula skirts lurking around the most brightest-lit house ever, hacking fools away left and right? Come on… I couldn’t buy it and I doubt anyone else could buy it either. I have nothing against low budget movies, there are some that push the limits and dare to be different—but KILL only dares to waste its viewers time. Lots of screaming, lots of juxtapositioning, lots of wondering what’s going on, all for the lamest excuse ever. And of course, let’s not forget those evil Tiki-men.
Is there anything about this movie that was likable? Yes. The opening credit sequence was pretty dope—simple, yet felt new and fresh, and was more than just fading text on the screen. Sure, the credits and the names come up a little out of order (from the ordinary, at least), but it was a cool little sequence that had me expecting more from the flick… so maybe having awesome credits set the bar too high for the film to actually achieve? If so, the fault still lies on the filmmakers. Wow. An entire paragraph devoted to the film’s opening credits—if that doesn’t give you an idea of the level of complete garbage KILL is, I don’t know what will.
Audio: Mixed in 2.0 Mono, the sound is about as dull, flat, and lifeless as the film itself.
Audio Commentary: Listening to directors Chad Archibald and Philip Carrer discuss the making of this movie almost makes you believe it's not the total waste of time it actually is. The commentary starts off slow, but it eventually picks up... a little bit. These guys really put their all into this flick.. too bad it was all for nothing.
Tromatic Extras: It wouldn't be a Troma Release without this set of Troma Trailers (from classics to more recent releases), Radiation March, and Transvestite PSA, all of which are usually slapped on all of their releases. If you like Troma... these should put a smile on your face.