The Killer Inside Me is another title I had heard the premise for and really wanted to see. You tell me ‘serial killer’ movie and I’m pretty much in. Also, I like Michael Winterbottom. So it made it to the top of my Netflix the day it was released on video.
I was also pretty excited to see Kate Hudson and Jessica Alba in the same movie. Now, I must admit I think Alba is a terrible actress, but there is no denying she is absurdly hot. What surprised me is that she was much better than Hudson in this movie. In fact, I didn’t even know it was Kate Hudson until the end. She looked awful, was awful and played a pretty bizarre character. Alba was actually pretty good as the whore who wants to get out of town. Casey Affleck was good as the creepy deputy… but this movie had some serious problems otherwise.
It was hard to tell exactly what was going on and why. Especially in terms of who knew what about which murders – and how everyone was reacting to Affleck’s character. This would have been fine if the movie was solely from his perspective, because it would have been warped – but it wasn’t. He hate fucks Alba at the beginning and then a few scenes later they are in love and talking about running away. Hudson’s character has known him her whole life (I guess?) and is in love with him – why? Is this all one small town? Does Hudson’s character know Alba’s character? When all of this is happening and the tide seems to be turning against Affleck’s deputy, is Hudson the only one who doesn’t know or does she just not care? There were just too many questions like this throughout that made the movie splinter at the seems.
I’ll give it credit for the scene where he has just gotten back from banging Alba and Hudson is waiting for him, she takes off his clothes and goes down on him and immediately flips out because she can taste another woman on him. Kudos for that. But overall it didn’t live up to what I was hoping for.