Istantanea dell'assassino

Why is it that Canadian-made movies are so wooden?

The script of this movie has potential but it just doesn't work. I think it may be the editing. There is no pacing. The scenes just move along without any buildup of tension.

The movie includes two experienced actors, Michael Ironside and M. Emmet Walsh, with Ironside taking the lead as the anti hero.

Nothing really happens to make the movie interesting. The hero, John Pyer- Ferguson is unimpressive; the dialogue is boring and the plot is predictable and moves like molasses. Even the color was washed out.

I started to watch this movie on the late show and got so bored that I ended up surfing the Internet at the same time and felt that I missed nothing.

Edgy, atmospheric little psycho thriller made the more interesting for having Michael Ironside in his usual typecast role. Yep you guess it right… no one does stone-cold, dangerous psycho better than Ironside. What I thought was going to be a political/conspiracy sort of thriller, transcended into a basic on-the-run, cat-and-mouse format between a psycho (whose brother just happens to be a senator up for re-election) and young photographer (whose older brother just recently died taking some discriminating photos). It becomes a battle of wills between the two as Ironside toys around with John Pyper-Ferguson's out-on-his feet character; blackmail, murder and a lot photos. We are thrown right into it, but the narrative while taut and quick moving is quite hazy and unfocused on the details. Things just seem to happen with little insight and can be unbelievably ludicrous. There's no question though, it's as mundane as you can get but David Winning's sharp workman-like handling impulsively engages and so does Ironside's deviously menacing turn as a brother living in the shadows of older brother. Pyper-Ferguson is modest across from him and Krista Errickson is reasonably good as a lady who gets up in it all. Also starring was another well-known face; M. Emmet Walsh adequately holds his own in the small moments he's in.

"You killed my happy ending"! "To hell with your happy ending"!

Two points, one for Michael Ironside, and one for M. Emmet Walsh, both of whom are trapped in this truly terrible film. The writing is some of the worst ever, with zero character development, and scenes that seem to have been randomly inserted in no particular order. Confusion abounds, and the viewer will quickly lose interest. Why should anyone care about characters we know nothing about, in situations that make little sense. Even with the presence of Ironside and Walsh, "Killer Image" is a stinker of major proportions. After about 40 minutes, I couldn't take any more punishment, and hit the eject button. Just one more DVD for my garage sale. - MERK

Despite a small role from a tall actor, there is nothing lanky about Steve Merchant's performance as Kirk in Killer Image.

Even though this only seems to be his first Hollywood movie, he displays the cool attitude of a modern day actor like Clive Warren.

While he wasn't able to display them in this movie, Merchant's past experience with wire work and stunt falls truly shone through in this movie.

Mark this movie as the start of his now budding action star career. His next role should have his imagined riches turning real, with these kinds of performances.

As for the remainder of the cast, they turn in serviceable performances. While Ironsides is as good as usual, I'd rather just watch an episode of Columbo over this forgettable movie.

After taking incriminating snaps of adulterous senator John Kane (M. Emmet Walsh) getting frisky with his unlikely bit on the side, photographer Ric Oliver (Paul Austin) witnesses the murder of the poor woman at the hands of Kane's uncontrollable brother Luther (Michael Ironside). Ric's subsequent actions makes one wonder how someone so dumb could even operate a camera: instead of immediately going to the police with the evidence, the lens-man unwisely follows the killer as he dumps the body into a reservoir (in broad daylight!), but is spotted while taking more pictures. Realising that he has been seen, Ric gets onto his motorbike, but rather than speed off in the opposite direction, he races towards the gun-toting murderer, thereby sealing his own fate.

This level of idiocy seems to run in the family, for Ric's brother Max displays a similar lack of common sense in most matters, and soon finds himself being blackmailed by Luther, who is keen to get his hands on the late brother's incriminating roll of film (which he had the foresight to hide in his motorbike's fuel tank before getting himself killed). After repeatedly being manipulated with ease by loathsome Luther, who even tricks him into riding a roller-coaster with a dead hooker, Max comes up with an incredibly crap plan to foil the killer. And this being an incredibly crap film, the incredibly crap plan works!

3/10 for being so unintentionally moronic that it is occasionally funny; however, not even the presence of the usually brilliant Ironside (who hams it up a treat on this occasion) can make me rate this movie any higher.