HENRY:
PORTRAIT OF A SERIAL KILLER
CAST
Michael Rooker, Tom
Towels, Tracy Arnold
DIRECTOR
John McNaughton
YEAR OF
RELEASE
1990
I
contemplated giving this movie a three word
review that went something like this: DON'T
RENT THIS. But I was pretty sure I'd get some
negative feedback by those creepy criticy
types who love this crass peice of film turd.
And besides, that might spark some
unwarranted wonder about this movie, which is
what made me rent it to begin with. I'd heard
that everybody loved it, that it was on
everybody's 10 scariest list. Nonsense. This
movie looks like a made for tv attempt at
showing a murder's apathy. BORING! Who cares?
Psychology wasn't meant to be this uninvolved
and badly acted. From the godawful love
interest bull to the plastic, overdubbed
post-mortem scenes of Henry's (and his
partner, who belongs on SNL chanting
"da-bears" over a beer about 1/10th the size
of his gut) victims, this movie sucks like
nothing I've seen for a long while. I like to
see what's good in horror movies because I
know that they are often misunderstood, but
this one deserves every misunderstanding it
doesn't recieve. This pathetic flick has a
very slim soundtrack, which many say it
benefited from. Clever sounding in writing,
but actually the movie would have been more
captivating with a little string section here
or there. And forget all the gore people
claim this movie has- it's kinda like
Homicide (the show) meets Mannequin (sp?).
This just re-enforces my theory- if critics
hate it, it's probably worth your money. And
this time it works in reverse. So I'll say it
again. DON'T RENT THIS MOVIE!
SHOCK/SUSPENSE
0
GORE
1
CAMP
0
OVERALL
0
