Psycho Killer By Andrew Kevin Walker
Psycho Killer is the latest script sold by Andrew Kevin Walker, a personal favorite of mine. Fred Durst is set to direct this for Eli Roth which sort of bothers me, because the script requires a deft hand to keep it from slipping into absurdity in its second half. More on that later.
Right from the beginning, it’s important to mention that Psycho Killer (PK) is never seen. Not once in the entire film. He’s always shot from an angle, behind his hair, from the neck down, or behind his mask. The first thirty minutes is a brilliant subjective view of PK stalking his prey, a young female pharamacist, until she leaves work. I started thinking the entire film would be from this POV, but boy was I wrong.
On his way through the desert, in broad daylight no less, he is stopped by a highway patrolman. As he talks to PK his wife, Jane, pulls up in the distance asking if he needs help. Hubby says no and Jane pulls off, but not before her instincts get the better of her. She hits reverse and turns back just in time to see PK unload several rounds into her husband. As she gets out he slams her car knocking her unconscious and pulling off.
Jane is beyond devastated. The only thing she can think to do to even try to get over her husband being gone, or deal with the infant growing inside her, is go after PK. In a remarkable twist, Jane hunts the serial killer! As she closes in on PK, she’s detained by some shady CIA agents but is helped by a woman who understands her obsessive quest. Jane isn’t crazy, she’s pissed off. And she’s not about to make the same mistakes every girl in a horrible movie makes.My favorite scene comes as Jane finally catches up to PK at a motel. An all out brawl ensues between the two (which leads me to wonder if maybe Jane wasn’t a Navy Seal at some point). Suddenly, gunfire opens at both PK and Jane, with PK taking cover in the bathroom and Jane crouched below the window. PK escapes through a hole he’s ripped in the wall. Jane fires at the unseen shooters, then escapes through the bathroom as well. PK is pleased. I also don’t mean to imply that PK doesn’t speak. He does quite a bit.
I don’t want to spoil everything so I’ll just hint at the rest of the film. You’ll honestly never predict where it’s going. PK winds up at the mansion of some VERY eccentric people, looking for help. He’s searching for someone who does a very certain job in a certain city. That’s where the film starts to lose me, as it seriously slips into the dark and absurd. I don’t mean to imply that the film sucks after that point, but I did find myself a bit less interested. PK could be a great, iconic killer. He’s smart, methodical, patient, sadistic, even merciful but most of all he believes that everything he’s doing is right. At the same time, Jane is just as intelligent, methodical, and patient as PK.
I’ve left out a pretty big subplot that really comes into play during those last 20-30 minutes, but it’s better if you don’t know. The film pretty much hinges on Fred Durst, and the actress they cast as Jane. It’s definitely not a bad movie, but during the last thirty to twenty minutes you’ll kind of go “feh.” But hey, it’s got orgies, bloodletting, blood drinking, and LSD — what’s not to love?