Une mère sans défense

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"A Killer Upstairs" is a decent TV movie. The plot is: When Vivian Jamison (Jayne Heitmeyer) is murdered, all fingers point to her lover Michael Nowlin (Christopher Jacot), His mom Sandra (Tracy Nelson) is trying to prove her son is innocent, but the police won't listen. Is the killer still out there?

At first the movie is riddled with bad acting,(Barry Flatman as Mr. Jamison) but eventually the movie picks up speed and it gets better. It does have some good twists and turns. Bruce Boxleitner, Tracy Nelson, and Linden Ashby put in good performances. Overall, it's worth seeing if you are looking for a satisfactory mystery.

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A very good film with a major surprise twist describes "A Killer Upstairs."

Tracy Nelson, unfortunately, is not very believable as the mother. You see absolutely no emotion shown. True, she believes that her emotionally disturbed son is innocent of murder, but at least she should act the part out at least by showing she is distraught.

Instead, she goes vigilante and gets lucky.

What saves this film is the surprise ending. The twist that occurs really makes sense when you think of it.

An old Bruce Boxleitner stars as a know-it-all detective. At least, he admits how wrong he was at the end.

Don't always lie for your children. A time will come when the police will not believe you.

This is made for television. Maybe the kind of entertaining low budget thriller that is being left behind, for glossier entertainments but it caught my attention and held it for the whole film, that is very unusual these days! The simplicity and clarity of the acting, and the lack of posturing, ambiguity were refreshing. We care about the characters, especially the mother, I couldn't help thinking that is believable that is wonderful what she is doing for her son, even if I thought he was guilty. The writing and directing were like clockwork, perfect as far as I am concerned. Its been a long time since I sat through a movie. The mother played by Tracey Nelson was super ( she happens to be the daughter of the late great singing star Ricky Nelson) Hey I could cynically say this is a formula made for TV but I call it good entertainment.

The likes of a top class actor Bruce Boxleitner could not save this movie. But even he was poorly cast as the smug, dismissive detective.

The plot concerns a mother Sandra (Tracy Nelson) who does her own detective work to prove that her 17 year old son (Christopher Jacot) did not murder a model wife Vivian Jamison (Jayne Heitmeyer) of a local businessman David Jamison (Barry Flatman).

The acting is overly dramatic at times making the poor pacing and supposedly dramatic pauses rather unbearable. It is not worth waiting for the final scene which has some great plot twists and finally some reasonable acting from Barry Flatman and Stefanie Buxton.

The decisions made about the main themes between the Director and writers seems to be where the problem lies. If they decided that the main thread was the transformation of an ordinary single mother still grieving from the death of her husband 3 years earlier into a DIY detective determined to hunt down the real killer to save her son, then they needed to find an actress who could portray the rage, fear and trauma of that process. If the main tension was to be derived from all the red herrings presented along the search for the real killer, then there was not enough evidence or interaction with the range of possible suspects to build that kind of tension.

The characters were so one dimensional that the third theme that could have been portrayed, that of police incompetence driving individuals to taking the law into their own hands, would be probably be as unconvincing as the two themes mentioned previously.

Suspense is difficult to build and to maintain a pace that keeps your viewers attentive, let alone on the edge of their seats. The tension in this movie came from the failures which ejected me from my seat.

Sometimes you just need the first three seconds of a movie to already know this is going to be bad. A Killer Upstairs is one of those movies. They for sure didn't try to hide it was a tv movie. From the first seconds you get that bad image, that bad music and sound, that lousy acting, that are typical for tv movies. I only watched it because there was a supposed mystery but everything is so predictable it isn't funny anymore. I exactly knew what happened after twenty minutes so no surprise there. The reason I gave it three and not one star is the fact that I laughed a lot and so had a little bit of joy after all. I laughed because the acting is so bad you wonder how the hell those people made it into cinema. All shots are so cliché it becomes funny after a while. It's really bad though, but funny because it's so bad. The music or sound effects that should create a mysterious ambiance are also laughable, the typical sounds of a bad tv movie, in other words the obliged and typical bad piano music. Tracy Nelson, the supposed star of the movie, has her eternal same stupid facial expression for every scene, and that's most likely the reason why she only appears in stinkers.