Kiss Me, Kill Me (2015) Reviews

• Disappointing Queer-themed thriller

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  Last night's opening film for the San Diego FilmOut LGBT Film Festival was a film gris — my somewhat snotty term for a movie that attempts to be film noir but falls short — called "Kiss Me, Kill Me," a great title that deserves a much better movie than this. It was directed by Casper Andreas, an attractive, youngish man who's so far had seven films shown at the festival in San Diego (more than any other director) and will have an eighth, Flatbush Luck, as the festival's closer on Sunday. "Kiss Me, Kill Me" is not only a great film title but a potentially great film idea: Gay "reality TV" producer Stephen (Gale Harold) is hosting a party at which a lot of people, virtually all of them Queer in one way or another (one annoying thing about this movie is that, like a lot of the 1930's "race films" which seemed to take place in a hermetically sealed world in which all the people were African-American, this is one of those movies in which everyone seems to be Gay or Lesbian), are drinking too much, drugging too much and cruising each other without regard for their nominal marital or relational statuses. Stephen announces that his ex-lover Craigery (Matthew Ludwinski), an aspiring actor (but then this is a movie set in modern-day Los Angeles and West Hollywood, so just about everyone in the dramatis personae is an aspiring actor) is going to be the host of his next show. This pisses off Stephen's current partner, Dusty (Van Hansis, top-billed — apparently he's on the current cast of the soap opera "As the World Turns" and he has enough of a following his name was applauded when it came up on the opening credits, but I'd never heard of him or anyone else in Andreas's cast), not only because Dusty was hoping for the job himself but also because he immediately suspects that it means Stephen and Craigery aren't as "ex" as advertised. Stephen offers Dusty an engagement ring and Dusty takes it, but then their argument flares up again and Stephen ends up leaving his own party and heading to the Pink Dot, which is a sort of part-convenience store and part-all-night deli that offers 24-hour deliveries (this sounds like the sort of business that might flourish in West Hollywood). Dusty follows him there and confronts him, and just then a man in a clown mask whom we've previously seen lurking outside the place bursts in holding a gun and demanding that the clerk (the actor is an appealing Latino who oddly isn't listed on IMDb.com's cast list for the film, though a lot of people with more peripheral parts aren't listed) hand over all the store's money. Gunshots are heard but it's unclear what happens after that — a deliberate ambiguity on the part of Andreas and his screenwriter, David Michael Barrett — because Dusty blacks out and whatever went on is locked in his subconscious. When he comes to he's in Cedars of Lebanon Hospital recovering from a minor gunshot wound in his right arm; but he's shocked to learn that Stephen was killed (as was the clerk, who in this whole universe of spoiled rich brats and wanna-bes is one of the few characters in this movie I could actually imagine liking if I met their real-life equivalent, so it's a real pity that he exits so soon) and he's suspected of using the robbery as a cover to shoot his man because he was doing him wrong (you remember). It's a shame that "Kiss Me, Kill Me" isn't stronger as a piece of storytelling because the technical aspects of the film are superb. Cinematographer Rainer Lipski goes a bit too far towards the overall brown tonalities that seem to be the default setting for just about all movie photography today, but he gets some striking compositions and hits the right balance between making his film look atmospheric and falling into too many gimmick shots. This is especially praiseworthy because virtually all the film was shot on real locations — the budget was about $260,000, half of it was raised through Kickstarter and it's not the sort of film where they could afford studio time or built sets — and Lipski insisted on shooting virtually all the night scenes at night instead of going for day-for-night effects which would have been easier and cheaper but less effective visually. And composer Jonathan Dinerstein wisely avoided trying to come up with the full orchestral sound of a classic 1940's-era noir score; instead he went for a jazz sound that effectively used the Miles Davis-ish trumpet of Ben Burget as a lead instrument. (Given that this is a Gay movie c. 2015 I should probably be even more grateful to Dinerstein for not drowning the score in boring and overloud "electronic dance music"!) The technical aspects of "Kiss Me, Kill Me" were done so well it's all the more infuriating that the script, direction and at least some of the actors let the side down. One of my favorite lines for a film that falls as far short of its potential is "a bad movie with a good movie in it struggling to get out," and had Andreas and Barrett cooled it on the reversals, gone more for plot continuity and dramatic sense, given their leads more depth and avoided the occasional camp asides that took the edge of what was clearly supposed to be a serious thriller, they could have had a much better film and a chance of breaking out of the Gay film-festival ghetto and achieving a mainstream release.

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• Gay Mind Games

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  Watching Kiss Me Kill Me you would think that all of West Hollywood is one big gay party. However this film which starts with a party has several murders in it and the wrong guy fingered by the police for all of them. Gale Harrold is a reality TV show host and quite a user of men and boys who are all eager for fame and fortune. Harrold is in the process of dumping Van Hansiss and taking up with Matthew Ludwinski. But before that happens, Harrold is killed in a liquor store holdup along with the clerk and Hansis is wounded and with no memory of the events. This film was a decent effort to capture a certain amount of Hitchcockian type suspense in a gay context. The detectives investigating the homicides that are piling up in West Hollywood are played by Jai Rodriguez and Yolanda Ross. Ross is the only significant speaking role in the film and as most cops I've ever known once her mind is set nothing changes it. Truth be told it does look bad for Hansis. A whole lot of mind games are being played by some very manipulative people. Not surprising since several cast members are in the mental health field. After the murderer is revealed, there's a coda to the climax showing how the murderer was also being manipulated. Not a bad story and what a gay old place West Hollywood is.

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• It "killed" me to watch the entire film

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  Director/Writer/Actor/Producer Casper Andreas (Flatbush Luck, 2016) continues to provide the LGBTQ community with an array of films. Here, "Kiss Me, Kill Me" stars Gale Harold (Queer as Folk) as a horn-dog reality TV guru who's found dead after his latest lover Van Hansis (As the World Turns 2005-2010) threatens him, then blacks out. As with many of Andreas' films, he once again wears of too many hats and "toss everything at the storyline hoping something good will happen," and it doesn't! As a gay filmmaker, and actor in general, Andreas should know that the viewing audience (gay or straight) deserves more than the typical bitchy drag queen, bitter lesbians, corny murder suspect, over acting, the occasional shirtless guy and/or familiar gay male personalities (Jai Rodriquez - Queer Eye for the Straight Guy 2003- 2007), and a cheesy storyline. Sharing the blame here is the equally weak writing of David Michael Barrett (Such Good People 2014), who provides all the actors with little to work with and nothing to ground there characters in. Andreas can make a film, he's proving that. What he needs to make is films more widely appreciated is to surround himself with less "Yes" people and more creative types who will help him step away from his projects and look at the bigger picture. It "Killed" me to sit through the whole film.

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• Convoluted but great fun

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  I don't rehash plots in reviews: you can easily find it by either reading other reviews of the summation at the top of the page. Let's just get to the film itself. The main character is a bit of a mess, but part of that may be because it's difficult to assess exactly how much time has transpired in this film. At some points it feels like it takes place over just a few days, while in others a few weeks. If the former, it makes this seem more like a Hitchcock film, where everyone, from the jilted ex (or is he?) to the baby-desperate lawyer (or is she?) to the hypno-therapist (or is he?) is trying to set this guy up. Think "North by Northwest", done on a smaller, more indie budget. No wonder he's such a basket case by the end, thoroughly convinced that he has indeed murdered... well, someone. But here's the thing: after a while, you just don't care — and not for the reason you might think. You don't care because you're just having such a grand time trying to keep up with all the plot twists and turns. Maybe the jilted ex did it — whoops, no, because now he's dead. The guy who shot the TV producer? Well, now he's dead too — and we're only two thirds of the way through. The central character is hauled in for questioning on numerous occasions and finally leaves one session thoroughly disgusted... only to have the camera cut to the lawyer's sudden, enigmatic smile. Then there's the therapist, with an unstated agenda of his own, the drug-dealing best friend who looks like another possibility, and finally the tag team lesbians who manage to muddy the waters even more. So many people to keep track of! But it's great fun: very well written (Actually North by Northwest written by Feydeau). and, for the most part, well acted and directed. The camera work was not the best, moving into the trite on too many occasions, and the eternally young, WeHo nature of the cast was a tad too relentless (My personal favourite laugh line came when the jilted ex hooks up with the therapist — yes, it's the kind of film where everyone is getting it on with almost everyone else — and dismisses him by saying he should look for someone "your own age"... which may have been about 25. Still, see it. It's totally mindless fun.

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• Somebody Kill This Movie

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  Wow. What a terrible movie. First, what is Gale Harold doing in this movie? You know the movie is D grade when Jai Rodriguez plays a police detective. What made this movie so awful were the leaps in logic and the clichés. Consider a scene near the end: A man pleasures himself and wipes it up with a shirt. I said wipe, as in the matter is wiped up and absorbed into the shirt - especially an hour later. And we are to believe a woman can get pregnant from the matter on the shirt? The clichés about the gay community are so 1980. We are so past all of this nonsense. Worst of all, there were supposed to twists and it just added insult to injury. If you are thinking about watching this movie, make it a hard pass.

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