Kill List (2011)
(In French, On Cable TV, January 2020) Maybe I was expecting too much. Kill List came highly recommended, hailed as a fine piece of British horror filmmaking from iconoclast writer-director Ben Wheatley. Of course, I’ve had mixed reactions to Wheatley’s other movies (High-Rise, Free Fire)—They get roughly three fourths of the way to a good movie, and sputter along the way. Worse yet; it seems to be an intentional refusal to go all the way, as Wheatley would rather follow his own artistic intentions than to deliver anything conventionally entertaining. So it is that from afar, Kill List certainly sounds interesting—it starts as a domestic drama that features a hitman with PTSD, then turns into an eerie contract killing film, then goes full bore in folk horror with mysterious cultists in modern Britain. But in the end, it’s intriguing, then annoying, then frustrating. The mysteries introduced are not resolved, the film gets increasingly violent and sadistic the longer it goes on, and it gets so dark (in a detached kind of way) that it’s hard to actually care about any of it—even the protagonist is severely flawed, and not necessarily someone for whom we’d feel anything. The lead actor himself isn’t particularly charismatic either, but the biggest issue is with the script or lack thereof—apparently, much of the movie was improvised, which is a surefire way to make me grumpy. By the end, I was more ready to shrug than care for the ending offered on-screen. Kill List is not a complete loss—the sense of domesticity gradually succumbing to unknowable horror is not bad—but it just doesn’t make the most out of its assets.