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Jan 25, 2017   //   by admin   //   News  //  No Comments

I Am Not A Serial Killer – Review

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- a person with a psychopathic personality whose behavior is antisocial, often criminal, and who lacks a sense of moral responsibility or social conscience;

- someone who behaves in a dangerous or violent way towards other people and does not feel guilty about such behavior.

Billy O’Brien’s festival favourite hits DVD and Blu Ray soon, courtesy of UK distributor Bull Dog films, and those fine folks at Fetch Publicity were kind enough to send me a copy.



John Wayne Cleaver is dangerous and he knows it. He is 16 and works at the family mortuary. John is obsessed with serial killers but really doesn’t want to become one. So for his own sake and the safety of those around him he lives by rigid rules to keep himself “good” and “normal”. When somebody starts murdering people in John’s town, he has to investigate and risk letting his own dark side out in order to stop the killer. As the icy winter tightens its grip on the community a deadly supernatural game of cat and mouse ensues…


Having missed the film at its 2016 Abertoir Horror Festival screening, I was ecstatic to finally catch up with Billy O’Brien’s feature. However, I was also nervous that the festival hype had unfortunately raised my expectations unreasonably high. However I had been a fan of director O’Brien’s previous features: Isolation and Scintila. Evidence that O’Brien was amassing an impressive body of genre work.

Effectively a two hander between Where the Wild Things Are’s Max Records and Christopher Lloyd, the strength of the film lies in the two actors’ performances, and the duality of their characters. The film is primarily an exploration of what it means to be a monster.

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The film takes its time in telling its tale, slowly unfurling its story, allowing the audience to spend time with its characters. Max Records achieves the almost impossible, generating audience sympathy for a character who apparently cannot experience emotions. Having delivered an unhinged performance at a young age in Where the Wild Things Are, Max continues to develop as an actor to follow with his performance in this film. His relationship with Christopher Lloyd’s character functions as the centrepiece of the film.

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Christopher Lloyd’s performance is a revelation in this film. I would already classify myself as a fan of Mr Lloyd’s work, but I was unprepared for his work in this film, delivering a mix of pathos and unease in what might be a career best.

Shot in glorious 16mm, the film evokes American indie horrors of the 60s, such as Let’s Scare Jessica to Death and Romero’s Martin, right down to its glorious title card and end credits.


This is an easy recommendation for genre fans who want the boundaries of their favourite sub-genres tested and broken. Looking forward to see what Mr O’Brien comes up with next.

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