Killer Me (2001)
Director: Zachary Hansen
A serial killer/student in criminology (Foster) who fights his urge to kill day in and day out, gets a curveball tossed his way when he hooks up with flaky Anna (Kew). What goes down when a murderer who wants to call it a day and a sexy, yet emotionally unbalanced, chickadee hook up? "Killer Me" happens.
A journey through the mind of a serial killer
Well, grate my flesh with a cheese-grater and make me some pizza! I wasn’t expecting much out of this one, having not heard a single thing about it, but I found myself pleasantly bamboozled as this aloof and brutal flick unraveled before my retinas. Only in the indie world can we find such twisted babies!
"Killer Me" played its narrative on a symbolic and artsy wave length and I appreciated that. It never went too far to detach me from its storyline, while at the same time, injecting enough of that sweet unorthodox flavor to be morbidly poignant. It should be said that this flick was first and foremost a character-driven piece with our boy Joe (Foster) being the main point of focus. Although the dude didn’t speak much, he blabbed volumes via his darting eyes, his many facial expressions and his peculiar aura. Props go out to actor George Foster for managing to appropriately convey his role’s many facets via his rock hard performance. I bought it! Furthermore, the relationship Joe had with “Fruit of the Loon” Anna had me engrossed to the max. I mean, Anna was perfect for him. Sure, she was a tad off her rocker, but that’s what made her the ideal mate! It surely helped that she wasn’t hard on the eyes either. I’d give her a VIP tour of The Arrow’s trousers, if ya know what I mean. I was rooting for these two crazy kids to make it like a dead cheerleader cheering for resuscitation.
The film itself was somewhat akin to "Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer" in terms of structure. In both films, we followed a serial killer’s day to day life. In both films, a broad got into the mix and launched our protagonist into uncharted territory. And in both films, our nutso fought the desire to do some old fashioned stabbing. The difference between both celluloid treats was that I actually warmed up to Joe. Henry was one cold-blooded bastard and I couldn’t latch on to him much, but Joe on the other hand, wanted to stop, tried to solely kill wrong-doers and his vulnerability was often put out there, therein making him mucho likeable. Another aspect of the film that truly wooed me was its ambiguous nature in regards to the actual “killings”. Now I haven’t made a final decision as to what I think happened, but there were still some questions that needed to be answered as the credits rolled. I thank "Killer Me" for that. It was refreshing to be challenged.
I must admit that I don’t have many complaints about this one. Sure, the flick felt a bit too "American Psycho" in terms of its key intent, the police interrogation scene was clumsy compared to the rest (wasn’t that the worst cop ever?) and the last frames of the film were a little too high brow for my stupid ass to fully grasp (yes, I’m a simpleton). But other than that, I was a mostly content genre fan. Overall, “Killer Me” was a breath of stench air and I for one took pleasure in whiffing it out! You going to Killer Me this Killer film or are you going to just stand there with your dick/tampon in your hands?
We get some light stabbings (hard to see them), some blood, some self-mutilation, one nasty wound and a slit throat that doesn’t bleed (you’ll see).
Good job to George Foster (Joe) for his subtle, powerful and intense display. He made me love his Joe and that was a feat in itself. Christina Kew (Anna) also came through as the oddball dame who went from being insecure to overly stalker-like. I dug her...in fact, I've dated girls JUST LIKE HER! BRRRR!
T & A
For the ladies, George Foster was shirtless many o' times. If seeing a man cut himself with a razor blade turns you on, get the baby oil and the pirate hat...HAVE A BLAST!
Hansen used slow motion, creative shots and blurry/double vision quite well to communicate Joe’s state of bonkers. The film’s atmosphere was also endearingly bleak, while the rare uses of silence were exquisite. Grade A serving. Give us another one like this Zach! Neil Fredericks, who DP’d the
Blair Witch Project" (RIP dude) handled this one like a champ as well.
The dark and left-field industrial score (which I hear was recorded off a Fisher Price PXL-2000) wasn't used much, but when it kicked in, it whooped all kinds of behinds! Spooky stuff!
"Killer Me" was Henry Portrait of a Serial Killer’s more artsy and emotionally grim little brother. Although Henry was a solid film in its own right, I got more heart out of this one due to its knack of making me give a shite about its lead psycho. I very much wanted for Joe to get on with his existence already and to make it work with his new lady. That joo-joo was my key anchor to the whole of the flick. Sure, the game the movie played felt familiar and a couple of scenes smelled too "indie" for me, but if you cha-cha to a slow procedural pace, trippy imagery or high-five symbolism, this peek inside the life of a whack-job may just be your cup of Rat Poison laced with Drano. Cheers!
The flick was shot on 16mm film.
The photography was done by Neal Fredericks, the cinematographer on "The Blair Witch Project". Neal passed on in August 2004 due to a plane accident on the shoot of “Cross Bones”.
George Foster was the lead guitarist in Tia Carrera’s band in "Wayne’s World".