Usually the argument for a film based on a novel is that the book is a much better representation of the story and characters. That may be the case for The Killer Inside Me (based on the 1952 novel by Jim Thompson), but for once in my life I have no inclination to read it. This is not to say anything negative about the film itself, I just don’t think I could handle going deeper into the inner workings of the protagonist’s mind.
On the surface Lou Ford seems to be a trustworthy member of the small town in Texas he resides in. Then again, the same thing could be said for most people who come with a badge. But unlike most (hopefully), Deputy Sheriff Ford has a dark side to him far more comparable to those he should be locking up, and the seeming inability to keep this side of him under control. [Read more...]