Studio: 20th Century Studios
Director: Gavin Polone
Writer: Andrew Kevin Walker
Producer: Roy Lee, Matt Berenson, Andrew Kevin Walker, Arnon Milchan
Stars: Georgina Campbell, James Preston Rogers, Grace Dove, Logan Miller, Malcolm McDowell
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Summary:
After witnessing her husband’s murder, a state trooper becomes obsessed with tracking down a Satanic serial killer.
Review:
Director David Fincher’s serial killer thriller “Seven,” which was written by Andrew Kevin Walker, remains highly regarded for its creative premise, clever villain, suspenseful atmosphere, and unforgettable ending. Director Gavin Polone’s serial killer thriller “Psycho Killer” has none of those things, quite the opposite in fact, which makes it astonishing that it was written by the same mind behind “Seven.” It’s often hyperbolic to pan something by saying it seems like it was generated by AI, but if any modern movie earns that accusation, it’s “Psycho Killer,” a generic copycat operating on autopilot from its opening titles all the way through to end credits.
The last part of that sentence is meant literally. “Psycho Killer” sandwiches its Plain Jane story of an obsessed police officer tracking down the devil-worshipping madman who murdered her husband between the most cliched bookends imaginable. Opening titles consist of a standard montage made from stylized Satanic symbols interspersed with sensationalized newspaper headlines flashing by too fast to read in their entirety. End credits then come with a noisy metal song that forces fingers to hit the Mute button before pressing Stop.
It isn’t just the text scrolls stuck in a rut of how routine horror movies used to be made in the ‘90s. Everything else about “Psycho Killer” is behind the times too.
Real and fictional serial killers alike could file a class-action lawsuit against “The Satanic Slasher” for plagiarism. Stereotyped from his stringy-haired head down to his boot-clad toes, “Psycho Killer’s” banal baddie doesn’t have an original bone in his brutish body. When he isn’t wearing his weird mask or mirrored aviator glasses, The Satanic Slasher’s face has an uncanny knack for finding every available shadow to keep his features obscured. His supposedly natural voice has a low demonic growl that should only be possible with distortion effects. Actions include sending taunting messages to his pursuer, staying in neon-lit motels, and using a payphone to place a coded classified ad because neither he nor his trapped-in-the-past creator realize print newspapers aren’t really a thing anymore.
Kansas state trooper Jane Archer is the epitome of a singularly focused hero determinedly seeking revenge. Following her husband’s death at the hands of The Satanic Slasher in the film’s first scene, she becomes a perpetually pouting protagonist, searching city after city in montage after montage as she tries to find someone else in law enforcement who can assist her personal detective work to identify and locate the killer.
Of course, none of the FBI agents or local authorities working the case take her or her credible leads seriously. One sympathetic woman lends a small hand, but Jane mostly goes it alone through more montages of online research, security camera clips, and Jane cracking the cipher that conveniently connects the classified ad she serendipitously sees to a separate response that puts her hot on The Satanic Slasher’s sloppy heels. If only she stretched string between notecards and photos on a bulletin board, the circle would be complete.
It’s amazing what Jane uncovers simply from typing words into Google while everyone else stays stumped. In the real world, Jane could have saved time by instead searching Reddit, as there would undoubtedly be a dedicated thread created by true-crime junkies whose armchair sleuthing into The Satanic Slasher would have already collected the same obvious, publicly available details she puts together.
The killer could take some search tips from Jane. An analog aficionado apparently unable or unwilling to use the Internet, for some reason he needs a like-minded coven to help find a particular person integral to his endgame. It doesn’t make much sense why a phony cult leader’s bumbling acolyte would be the best possible avenue for identifying this person, yet the eager-to-please lackey easily does so by merely contacting a private detective offscreen and quickly coming back with a name. How’s that for plot progression?
“Psycho Killer” pulses with a dark vibe that comes naturally from its grisly subject matter and Satanic theming. But the macabre mood is too mild to compensate for the massive mound of commonplace beats like confrontations culminating in narrow escapes, a climax that essentially involves a countdown, and Jane learning she’s pregnant with her dead husband’s child. These things alone qualify “Psycho Killer” for the “seems like it was generated by AI” complaint, yet the movie still has plenty more tropes to drag out of the cobwebbed cellar where those came from.
Review Score: 40
“Psycho Killer” is a generic copycat operating on autopilot from its opening titles all the way through to end credits.