I was born in 1981. As a young kid, I loved the slasher movies and the general theme of the VHS rental market of the eighties. At 41, I'm not very old, but I'm so far from the Facebook youth of today, I simply can't connect with them.
As a Hispanic guy growing up in London, I immediately took a dislike to the one language only, moral-less culture of the grimy London streets. Because I hated the bland, one language only idiots so much, I lost myself in videos from the rental store. Henry Portrait of a Serial Killer was one such movie. Whilst Michael Rooker excels as Henry, the serial killer, he is massively let down by his supporting actors, Tom Towles and Tracy Arnold, who really can't reach his level. Director John McNaughton directs everything almost as a documentary and it really applies a grim, unrelenting tone.
I guess the main problems with the picture, despite being believable, is that the killers make no effort to hide their crimes. Not wearing gloves would've seen a former prisoner, arrested in reel two. The film however, seems to operate in a fantasy world where criminal logic doesn't exist. The two killers commit countless murders, never wearing gloves and seem to always get away Scott free. In reality, this would never happen and it makes the film like a giant, steel, passenger liner with a 40ft hole in the bow.
An interesting movie, but hampered by the lack of logic.
As a Hispanic guy growing up in London, I immediately took a dislike to the one language only, moral-less culture of the grimy London streets. Because I hated the bland, one language only idiots so much, I lost myself in videos from the rental store. Henry Portrait of a Serial Killer was one such movie. Whilst Michael Rooker excels as Henry, the serial killer, he is massively let down by his supporting actors, Tom Towles and Tracy Arnold, who really can't reach his level. Director John McNaughton directs everything almost as a documentary and it really applies a grim, unrelenting tone.
I guess the main problems with the picture, despite being believable, is that the killers make no effort to hide their crimes. Not wearing gloves would've seen a former prisoner, arrested in reel two. The film however, seems to operate in a fantasy world where criminal logic doesn't exist. The two killers commit countless murders, never wearing gloves and seem to always get away Scott free. In reality, this would never happen and it makes the film like a giant, steel, passenger liner with a 40ft hole in the bow.
An interesting movie, but hampered by the lack of logic.