From the opening scene to the tragic conclusion this film plays with movie making conventions. There is no subtle exposition. The crew must have had fun coming up with a steady flow of tongue in cheek parodies.
When a possible perpetrator leaves a small bottle marked with a skull and crossbones on the kitchen counter you know this ain't Hitchcock.
When the family dog is found dead in the outdoor trash bin, little pink tongue hanging out, it's hard to contain laughter. And what does the aforementioned perp do? Why, he rushes the pup to the nearest crematorium. How else do normal people dispose of their beloved Fido's?
There is no doubt the filmmakers are fans of Ed Wood and early John Waters. Instead of labeling the movie "mystery thriller" it should have been "dark campy comedy". Or not?
When a possible perpetrator leaves a small bottle marked with a skull and crossbones on the kitchen counter you know this ain't Hitchcock.
When the family dog is found dead in the outdoor trash bin, little pink tongue hanging out, it's hard to contain laughter. And what does the aforementioned perp do? Why, he rushes the pup to the nearest crematorium. How else do normal people dispose of their beloved Fido's?
There is no doubt the filmmakers are fans of Ed Wood and early John Waters. Instead of labeling the movie "mystery thriller" it should have been "dark campy comedy". Or not?