Perfect Killer

You gotta love Mr Hauser. He's one of my favorite actors, and now he's turn to directing, it would seem, while he also co wrote the ambitious violent flick, No Safe Haven, years earlier, which wasn't a bad flick either. Here, he's experimented and dabbled in an excitingly violent and sleazy manner with this film, that sees some budding and aspiring actors/actresses, some real beauties, die at the hands of two homosexual sicko's, parading as film makers in the city of broken dreams. The would be actors, re enact death/murder scenes from classic movies, whether Deer Hunter, Psycho, Scarface (one sickeningly violent chainsaw scene here), of course, unaware, it's for real. Hauser plays a cop with a soft heart, dating one sexy woman, where we're granted some real tasty making out/sex scenes, where the viewer can't help feel envious. One early sex scene, of course, seems spawned by 9 And A Half Weeks. Sexy Kinmont (Hauser's girlfriend here) another actress used as eye candy, is not the only beauty in this either. Hauser becomes a one man vendetta, unleashing a personal hatred for one of the lowlife, pimp/pornographers, named Latin Jerry, stylish huh. It's after a budding beauty, very close to him, who he tried to get out of the city, returns and becomes as what he terms, just another statistic on the homicide bureau. TAOD is classy, original, and slick, but one can't overlook, not just the sleaziness, but the sickening themes in it, violence a strong attribute. Hauser is Hauser, who sometimes had me laughing the lines he was given. He delivers a human and very real performance, where he had me truly believing him. More so the performance that really struck (the older head sicko was good) but was that of Michael J Pollard as the veteran social worker/pscyhe cop, Delbert. I really couldn't narrow it down to one occupation, it was really hard to pinpoint who he was. It's just the one performance that stays with me. TAOD is entertaining all through, with an explosive, if shocking start, where a partner squabble doesn't go the way you think. Hauser has an ambitious vehicle, and I like the originality of the film, as much as I like the film itself, with some classic and admirable touches and attachments. But as you know, with quality in film, sleaze, and sickening themes, aren't real positives. One unpredictable moment, I loved and was impressed by, was Hauser's sexy home invasion, that first return home, by a disgruntled and avenging party of a brother, Hauser killed.

Wings Hauser is in full "Dirty Harry" mode, not respecting his superiors, getting himself suspended, putting his partners welfare last, and apprehending criminals while breaking every police rule in the book. The basic story involves two gay freaks who turn acting parts into body parts, luring innocent would be actors and actresses into their snuff film. "The Art of Dying" certainly has a high sleaze factor, but the story is marginal at best. Although Hauser's ego is constantly being stroked with numerous sex scenes, much of the film lacks the action necessary to move things forward. There are a few moments of humor, such as when Wings tells his girlfriend "You're like a one night stand that never goes away." Not bad of it's type. - MERK

In the profane streets of Hollywood, California, dreams are realized...and lives are wasted. Hollywood, California is home to not only the stars, but to the absolute abject who are desperate to make a living. Jack (Wings Hauser) is a police detective who works for the vice squad. He is aggressive yet compassionate with a soft spot for teenage runaways. This tough, street-smart detective is about to be thrust into the depraved world of snuff films...

Several aspiring actors and actresses with stars in their eyes are accosted by two mysterious filmmakers. They have promised each individual model the "role of a lifetime." Little do each of these people realize that the price for stardom includes...their very own lives...

Meanwhile, Jack's one-night stand with Holly (Kathleen Kinmont) has somehow mounted to a six-month long affair. Though Jack has enjoyed every single moment with Holly, he must still find a way to rekindle their fading romance...

As the body count rises and the tension mounts, Jack must spring into action. He must investigate the case and find out who are the culprits responsible for these grisly, murderous acts. What's even more terrifying is that the staged premeditated murders are copycats from (in)famous horror movies...

People know that THE ART OF DYING is perversion in the first degree. Yet, the viewer will find him/herself strangely engrossed in the nefarious world of "murder on film." Horror film buffs in particular will take pleasure in seeing homage to such classic films as PSYCHO (1960), THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE (1974), etc. THE ART OF DYING is one of the most psychologically moving horror flicks in years. The tough, film noir -type detective knows that he has a lot to handle emotionally in dealing with psychotics who enjoy capturing the suffering of others on film. Yet, this detective knows that once he gets involved in this case, he is plunged into a decadent world of evil where escape is impossible...

A huge asset in THE ART OF DYING is the prevailing atmosphere for the moribund souls dying to be in the pictures... The jazz score played as background music only heightens the suspense to an immoral atmosphere. There are lots of violent bloodshed and nudity, but unlike most films from PM Entertainment, this movie contains no car crashes or explosions so action fans may feel alienated. However, for those who are willing to immerse themselves into a strange world where reality and illusion collide will find this film a surprise...

The supporting cast is excellent. Michael J. Pollard is a standout as Delbert, an informative criminal psychologist who seems to know too much about the criminal mind. Gary Werntz is frantically devious as Rosco, a filmmaker pushed over the edge of sanity. He is appropriately unbalanced as a struggling albeit conceited filmmaker who considers himself superior to such highly regarded film directors as Brian De Palma, Martin Scorsese, and yes, even Alfred Hitchcock. Rosco always adds a touch of "realism" in all of his scenes he directs. Mitch Hara is woefully nasty as an assistant snuff filmmaker, "Latin Jerry." Kathleen Kinmont is also a visual treat for the eyes. She is amazing sexy.

What is engaging about this film, THE ART OF DYING is that it gives a glimpse of the dark side of Hollywood. Beneath the glamour lies the phone-sex businesses which are common, prostitution which is rife, and struggling actors and actresses who are frantic to make ends meet (and also to make a few extra bucks). THE ART OF DYING is a sardonic satire on the film industry and the independent filmmaker. In this art of perverse filmmaking, money does not always equate pleasure...

Unfortunately, as superb as THE ART OF DYING may be, this film always has its weaknesses. The most significant weakness is its lapses of characterization. For example, no explanation is given as to why the crooked filmmakers behave the way they do. No motive is given to justify their sickening actions. Another weak point in this film is the chemistry between Jack and Holly. Even though these two share a wonderful relationship, their vacillation between love & kisses and then to arguments & abuses is rather unconvincing. As observed, logic and credibility sometimes take a backseat.

THE ART OF DYING is a slick, well-made thriller with strong performances and powerful subtexts about the other side of Hollywood. Stylishly directed by star Hauser himself, THE ART OF DYING is a sinister, first-rate masterpiece. Fine acting, a morbid tone, scathing one-liners, and a grim sense of humor buoy this modest sleeper hit. Although this film is an unnoticed hit for now, it will eventually earn its much-deserved recognition.

RATING: *** out of ****.