The lurid plot of a sordid Southern Texas family who decides to put a hit out on the evil mother in order to collect the insurance. The plan is instigated by the younger son Chris who owes a big time evil Colonel Sanders brother drug dealer six-thousand dollars. Joe Cooper, a detective by day and a hired hitman at night with the charm and manners of a Southern gentleman accepts the job but for a upfront fee. Chris and his father Ansel will only have the money after the hit has been carried out so Joe spots Chris’s younger sister Dottie and decides to make another deal. Dottie will be Joe’s “retainer" in other words sexual collateral till the insurance money comes through. However when the plans fall through this charming Southern gentleman shows the ruthlessness and hatred to those who do not pay him.
|Behind the dazzling blue eyes is demon that not even Satan himself will cross|
There is a fine line between Violent and Dark, and William Friedkin’s Killer Joe really does a fantastic leap over the line of ethics with dark humour and gritty violence. Killer Joe’s brilliant genre of Southern Gothic is beautiful portrayal of the subgenre Gothic Fiction; its macabre atmosphere, gritty look into the values of the American South, the decaying derelict forgotten towns of the south, sinister characters that makes you hate them all and last but not least Joe. A dashing character that’s easy on the eyes and charmingly polite with the sexy cowboy accent. But within this man of the law is one of the most disturbing characters since American Psycho Patrick Bateman. William Friedkin beautifully uses The Southern Gothic theme not only for the sake of anticipation of knowing that Joe will not get his money but William explores the social and culture of the Deep South or Forgotten South. The days of cowboys are long gone and it seems that all that’s left is rusted trailers with rundown towns that not even cockroaches occupy the buildings. Surrounded by horrible people who do horrible things there is a constant feeling of claustrophobia and even more so when Chris can’t pay the six thousand dollars, Joe not getting his money and the safety of Dottie.
|"I'm gonna wrap you up in electrician tape and bury you in a coffin about 10 feet deep. I'll tell Amy you asked about her. That'll make her smile." - Digger Soames|
The gruesome violence is the harsh reality of the South. Though the Southern states are famous for their well-spoken and gracious manners it is a paradox of the ruthlessness of getting what they want. One of the most fantastic scenes is when Chris is cornered by Digger Soames and his thugs. After being chased by motorbikes and cornered into a closed empty warehouse knowing that Chris is going to get his face kicked in. There is utterly so much tension in the air and it is broken by the polite manners and charm of Digger. In fact you even forget that Chris is going to get a whooping with the laughing and small talk between the two. However Digger reminds Chris last minute before he sets off “Damn, you make me laugh. Hey, listen, I'm just gonna have the boys here kick the shit out of you”. We never truly see the wrath of Joe till finally he knows he won’t get paid. Out of all the objects someone can be beaten with, baseball bats, police batons, heck even umbrellas if Jackie Chan was in the house. I would have never of guessed a can of pumpkin puree. Maybe Joe is a big fan of Andy Warhol’s Campbell's Soup Cans art work or maybe he is so ridiculous deranged and angry the nearest object to him was the can. In all honestly I’d rather be beaten with a can pumpkin puree then be forced to simulate oral sex on a piece of fried chicken.
|Killer Joe Cooper's version of Andy Warhol's Campbell's Soup Can|
Killer Joe is one of the most brilliantly; twisted, darkest, redneck and trailer trash films I’d honestly love to say is one of my favourite films for standing as both a respectable and brutality perverted violent films of 2012. Matthew McConaughey performance as Killer Joe Cooper is a charismatic polite detective cowboy who makes a lovely evening of tuna casserole into a sadistic night of fried chicken. I haven’t seen a psychotic ruthless killer since Mary Harron’s 2000 American Psycho Patrick Bateman.