Thursday, June 24, 2010 at 11:40PM Movie Review - 'The Killer Inside Me'
| The Killer Inside Me
Starring Casey Affleck, Kate Hudson, and Jessica Alba ![]() |
For a while, it's hard to know for sure which Lou Ford is the real one, the guy beating a hooker three-quarters to death with leather-gloved right crosses to the face or the man apologizing to her all the while, saying meekly when the assault is mercifully over, "I love you."
It isn't the first time Ford has shown a violent streak. His entire relationship with the prostitute this deputy sheriff was only supposed to escort out of town stems from a back-and-forth punch out. For a while, Joyce could give as she gets, but this is obviously different. And so is Lou.
Of course, the real Lou Ford reveals himself in due time, but even though the name of the film is The Killer Inside Me, it's a testament to Casey Affleck's performance that you even have moments of hesitation. He certainly does. He can't be the hero, but depending on your perspective, Ford is either the main character or the villain of this new adaptation of the pulp novel by Jim Thompson, often called "The Dimestore Dostoevsky" during his career. Most of his novels are rough around the edges and for mid-century readers, had to be among the darkest stories around.
Hollywood has taken chances on Thompson's books before; you are probably familiar with The Getaway or The Grifters or both. He also worked on screenplays for Stanley Kubrick, writing two of his early classics, The Killing and Paths of Glory. This book was adapted once before, back in the 1970s, but obviously there's less hiding from Lou Ford's depravity 35 years later.
Ford is a sad, twisted man who, unfortunately, enforces the law for a living. Even in the Central City, Texas, which is smaller than it even sounds, Lou Ford is the wrong kind of man to have behind a badge. What's worse is, on the clock, he's exactly who you'd want doing the job - focused, intelligent, decisive. But by the time he slugs Joyce, which is only part of his offense that night, the fuse is already lit and there's not much time left before the deputy explodes.
The race against time surrounds Ford. His steady girl (Kate Hudson) suspects the affair, his fellow peace officers know something is up, and Ford finds himself retreating into his own head, where his fascination with blurring the lines between sex and violence began. That's not exactly therapeutic for him, either.






