This is a contemplative film about the process of chasing a serial killer. The cops did not seem hardened except the experienced ones. Two of were downright paranoid, waving a gun around their homes.
The serial killers were typecast. One said absolutely nothing and the other blathered on about evil.
My problem with the plot is that the killers changed MO (modus operandi), first killing somebody with an extension cord.
Next he used a Hammer. Third he dunked a little boy in a vat of Clorox..
He attacked the retired cop with a Hammer. He tied up the cop's grandson with an extension cord. Then he found a large stone inside the house (sic) and was caught and arrested while hefting it.
The second psychokiller's maniacal laughter was cartoonish.
The part I liked was that at each crime scene, it took on a religious tone. The lights, the yellow tape, everyone serious, a body laid out at the center of the service. And the music.
The serial killers were typecast. One said absolutely nothing and the other blathered on about evil.
My problem with the plot is that the killers changed MO (modus operandi), first killing somebody with an extension cord.
Next he used a Hammer. Third he dunked a little boy in a vat of Clorox..
He attacked the retired cop with a Hammer. He tied up the cop's grandson with an extension cord. Then he found a large stone inside the house (sic) and was caught and arrested while hefting it.
The second psychokiller's maniacal laughter was cartoonish.
The part I liked was that at each crime scene, it took on a religious tone. The lights, the yellow tape, everyone serious, a body laid out at the center of the service. And the music.