by James Morton
The Killer Inside Me, the latest genre excursion from filmmaker Michael Winterbottom, opens with a huge red herring. A jaunty, stylish credits sequence ushers the film in to the tune of Little Willie John’s version of ‘Fever’. ‘Fever”s a bit of an aural signpost. Putting it over the opening credits of a film is like [...]
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by David Scarborough
Remember The Sixth Sense? That guessing game of creepy corpses, perceptive little children who don’t see the Sun enough and a plot twist that kept viewers guessing ‘til the closing credits. Now just imagine that but with Christina Ricci’s nipples. That was fun, wasn’t it? That’s the kind of Hollywood mindset that gets twisted tales [...]
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