This ranks as one of the worst movies ever made. This movie stretches its attempt at psychocriminality. Yaphet Kotto who always gives a solid performance did so here as Birney's boss, but I can't imagine he used this part to get his role on the TV series "Homicide." You have a young southern girl with multiple personalities(the one of her father is over the top)killing prostitutes,a southern farmer with a limp and a pick up truck and at least another dozen cliches that at times make the movie painful to watch. One of the more preposterous shots is having Birney drive his car up to a house with a lawn in front, a stream in back and the address would be at 72nd St. & Columbus. For people who know New York City this is comparable to going to the moon and seeing palm trees. Where Ms.45 was bad, but campy, Pretty Kill is just bad. This movie is best viewed in the old Times Square at the midnight showing of a dilapidated theater with it raining outside and a flask of scotch in your pocket.