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It's Halloween. A lonely middle-aged man finds an invite to a party, creates himself a costume from some cardboard boxes, and goes to the address on the card, unaware that the aspiring artists who wrote the invite are waiting there to kill him as part of their latest projects.Listed as a horror/comedy, Murder Party is a disappointment whichever way you see it: as a horror, it is totally lacking in tension or scares, and only delivers some mediocre gore in the second half; as a dark comedy, this supposedly scathing satire on the New York art scene is even less successful, devoid of genuine wit. It takes a good while for the murder to begin, the run up to the killing involving lots of drug use, after which the annoying characters engage in inane introspective conversation that proves extremely dull.Writer/director Jeremy Saulnier's debut feature does little to suggest a promising future in film-making, but his subsequent two movies seem to have received generally good reviews (I've only seen Green Room and thought it was very entertaining). Let's chalk up this film's failure to a lack of experience...
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Hapless ordinary schnook Christopher S. Hawley (a solid and likeable performance by Chris Sharp) finds an invitation to a Halloween costume party that he discovers is actually a trap concocted by a group of unhinged artists who plan on killing him. Writer/director Jeremy Saulnier nicely captures a festive Halloween mood, maintains a deliciously dry and deadpan, yet still dark and warped tone throughout, pokes wickedly nasty fun at pretentious artsy fartsy types, and delivers oodles of outrageous gore in the wild last third. Moreover, the distinctive characters are well drawn, the deliberate pacing evokes an unnerving feeling of real world time, and the main cramped setting projects an unsettling sense of claustrophobia. The sound acting by a competent no-name cast rates as another substantial asset, with especially praiseworthy contributions from Sandy Barnett as sadistic and duplicitous ringleader Alexander, Macon Blair as lovestruck doofus Macon, Stacy Rock as snarky bimbo Lexi, William Lacey as the laconic and reserved Bill, and Paul Goldblatt as meek photographer Paul. Saulnier's fluid gliding cinematography provides a pleasing polished look. A savagely enjoyable hoot.
This fictional story features real life authoress Agatha Christie caught up in another murder mystery. She, and a man she has hired as a driver/bodyguard, are in a London hotel where she is to sell the rights to her latest 'Poirot' story to a wealthy Chinese businessman. When the air raid siren is heard a police woman ushers them, and other guests into the building's cellar. Tensions rise when Agatha realises that somebody has stolen the manuscript of her new novel... that is the least of their worries though; soon a fight leaves one man dead and then another man dies... Agatha suspects foul play. If she is right one of the people in the cellar is a killer and nobody is being allowed to leave till the all clear sounds.This, the third of Channel Five's films imagining Agatha Christie in a murder case, has a somewhat theatrical feel due to the limited locations. This isn't a problem as having a confined location gave the story a good sense of claustrophobia. The people stuck in the cellar were nicely varied, giving us an interesting group of suspects/potential victims. While it is mostly a drama there are humorous moments; I particularly liked difference between what the Chinese man said, in subtitles, and what his translator said he said. The cast does a solid job, notably Helen Baxendale, who has taken over the role of Agatha Christie. The resolution contained some decent twists and turns so only a few are likely to work everything out before the reveal but most are likely to work out some details. Overall a solid murder mystery that fans of the genre are likely to enjoy.
It's the winter of 1960/61 in New York City. Bookstore owner Marty Kimell (Eddie Marsan) recently lost his wife Helen and police detective Lawrence Corby (Vincent Kartheiser) is investigating the murder. Successful architect and aspiring crime novelist Walter Stackhouse (Patrick Wilson) is obsessed with the murder. He and his socialite wife Clara (Jessica Biel) throw a party which is attended by beautiful nightclub singer Ellie Briess (Haley Bennett). He spends his spare time secretly writing his book which drives his wife into rages of jealousy over Ellie.It is a murder mystery based on a novel. Director Andy Goddard is more known as a TV director. He doesn't have the cinematic flare. The production style is lacking despite the 60s decor. He is supposed to be an architect and the house does not stand out enough. Wouldn't it be better if they have a stylish Manhattan apartment? Wouldn't that be a simpler set to dress? More importantly, Goddard's camera style is lacking. It looks like a TV movie. While it has the stuff of the era, it doesn't have the soul of the era. It doesn't have the noir murder mystery style that the story is so desperate to have. As for the murder mystery itself, it doesn't start until Clara's death well into the movie. It's too far and the movie becomes too slow in its built. The actors are fine but they're just wasting their time doing this movie.
Patrick Wilson is a two-time Tony Award winner who bears, at certain angles, a resemblance to Paul Newman. He has enjoyed a very good career. But if he doesn't stay away from films like this, I fear for him."A Kind of Murder" takes place in 1960 and actually begins in a movie theater where "Butterfield 8" is being shown. A Chevrolet commercial can be heard from the screen; I'm not familiar enough with the film to say it took place in the movie, nor am I aware of commercials being shown in theaters, but I found it odd.The story concerns two men, architect and some time writer Walter Stackhouse (Wilson) and a bookstore owner, Marty Kimmel (Eddie Marsan). Kimmel's wife is murdered and found near a tavern, and an aggressive cop, Laurence Corby (Vincent Kartheiser) is positive Kimmel is the killer. However, a young man has given him an alibi - he and Kimmel were both in the theater to see Butterfield 8 at the same time.Then Walter's wife Clara (Jessica Biel), a beautiful but deeply disturbed and unhappy woman, winds up dead in the same location. Both women had taken the same bus, which stopped near the tavern. Walter, tired of Clara being neurotic, had told her he wanted a divorce. She threatened suicide, then left abruptly to be with her sick mother.Detective Corby harasses both men mercilessly, and when he finds out that Stackhouse has clippings of the Kimmel murder as a resource for the writing he does on the side, he doubles up the harassment.I'm not sure why this was set in 1960 except that it was based on a Patricia Highsmith novel probably written then. I wonder if the screenwriter (or Highsmith) realized that the Fourth Amendment was added to the Constitution in 1790 so that Corby could not have walked into Stackhouse's home and started going through his house without a warrant. And what idiots allow such harassment and never retain an attorney? The film had some atmosphere but was slow and dull. It took forever to get to the plot. Now, modern screen writing demands this. I have no problem waiting for the point of the movie if the film is moving along. This one didn't.Patricia Highsmith was a wonderful mystery writer, but she wasn't perfect. I haven't read her novel but somehow I feel it had to have been better than this.
I haven't read the source material nor seen a movie this is supposedly a version of (according to IMDb). So I can only speak for this movie on display right here. The fine acting is one thing, but what really got me was the script. It is ambiguous and very woven to say the least. Predicting things may seem easy, but in the end, maybe it isn't? And that's something I really enjoyed during watching.Having said that, there are a few things that seem easy to spot. It's a murder mystery, there are seemingly over the top characters involved and some sketchy themes running through it all. The final shot is mesmerizing to say the least and makes the mind wander ... and wonder too!
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