Jon Kennedy's Rating the Movies

Curdled

Rated R–language, gore

This dark little film from executive producer Quentin Tarantino (better known for directing Pulp Fiction) is the pointless story of a young woman's obsession with murder and how it leads her into the grip of a serial killer. First suggested by a 25-minute film school project, its fleshing out here will prove interesting mainly to those with ghoulish preoccupations or fetishes. October, with its climax in Halloween, is certainly the right month for its release.

Presumably the R rating is mostly attributable to its gore. The stage blood flows and may turn some stomachs, but except for one R-rated word that comes to mind, there's really nothing here that wasn't on the old Alfred Hitchcock TV series. Unfortunately, some of what was usually on that series, like a moral to the story, is absent, but that's not figured into the ratings so far as I know. The director is Reb Braddock, who with writer John Maass was the film student who dreamed it up in the first place.

Angela Jones stars as the young woman first introduced to murder and blood fascination as an adolescent in Colombia. Now living in Miami, she takes a job with Post-Forensic Cleaning Service so she can be on the scenes of her fascination. She and William Baldwin as the serial killer and Bruce Ramsay as her shy boyfriend all turn in good performances. But when it's all said and done, it's a lot of blood and gore but no plot. It's a character study, not–by the rules of literature–a story.


© Jon Kennedy 1996
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