The Killer Inside Me

It does not endorse the violence, glamorise it, or normalise it in any way... But if Winterbottom had shown more discretion, had pulled back so that we might stomach it, at least, it would have been a considerably improved film.

This adaptation of Thompson's 1952 novel about a cunning, psychotic sheriff's deputy in a small Texas town locates the killer inside him and immerses us in the cold calculation and horrible logic that pull him from one murder to the next.

It's a violent film about violence, but that makes it truthful.

A vast miscalculation.

What a crock.

Although controversial and not for the timid, this unnerving, macabre tale of a psycho killer has its rewards for the right audience.

Not the disaster that everyone complains about…A melodramatic thriller that could have been much more. [Full review in Spanish]

The prolific Winterbottom has got closer than most to the bleak spirit of his film's source - the 1952 novel by pulp writer Jim Thompson. No mean feat.

... t's the depth of darkness and amorality that grips. Definitely not for all, especially those easily disturbed by sheer, raw violence.