I wish this movie spent a bit more time developing one clear, discernible theme. It could have been a really interesting coming of age film with a horror twist. HOWEVER, I still really enjoyed it. Max Records' performance saved it from being completely devoid of emotion. The great score and cinematography also helped.
'Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?' Excellent thriller by Billy O'Brien featuring stellar turns by both Max Records and Christopher Lloyd. A rampant and perhaps supernatural serial killer is suspected by a young self prescribed sociopath who realizes he is perhaps the only one who can stop the killings. Scripting is top notch.
The film throws a lot of themes into the air but doesn't quite know how to land them all: the "love" interest goes nowhere, the family drama is underdeveloped, the supernatural element felt a bit like an overthought... The dynamic between John and Mr. Crawley was the core of the film, so it could have been even better explored. It was tense, moody and fairly entertaining.
Max Records was great in this, and I generally liked everything about it, from the 16mm picture, to the cinematography, the dialog, the realistic depiction of adolescent sociopathy. The turn it took surprised me, but even then I was ready to accept it. However, the final act didn't match the rest of the film and sometimes things are better left unseen when the only option is low budget CGI.
A dark and creative blend of coming-of-age, dysfunctional family, murder mystery, and the supernatural. Unfortunately, the final act leaves much to be desired. Points for effort and overall aesthetic, but the ending was very weak compared to the unique tone achieved throughout the rest of the runtime.
All on-board for a sympathetic depiction of a teen sociopath, a little uncertain about how this particular battle plays out. Ultimately I got a little lost in the film's reality, character's motives and symbolic conclusions, evidently concerns shared with other viewers. Still, love the shoegazey opening, the 16mm for the small town setting, an aesthetic which feels realer for its basis in film nostalgia.
Antiseptic, cold, distant, and flat, I Am Not A Serial Killer is too detached in emotion-- arguably in-tune with its sociopathic character-- and never really catches a stride or astonishes and entrances the viewer. Also, the fantastical element wasn't really necessary, as the killer being superhuman doesn't add dimension to the story or work as a symbol or a metaphor for anything. Well acted, though.
Great movie that manages to balance kitchen sink sensibilities with the fantastic. The initial slow pacing works wonders in setting the tone and introducing the characters so when things start to get wierd the effect is palpable. The performances are really strong as is the production design and soundwork. I am not sure about the full reveal of the villain at the very end though. To only hint is always better.