I'm a big fan of deadpan but something in MQFF's closing night film, Women Who Kill, out-deadpanned me.
I didn't find enough in the "is my lover a serial killer" schtick to involve me, chemistry or comedy wise.
I didn't buy the performances by Ingrid Jungermann and Ann Carr as ex-lovers or by Sheila Vand as the (potentially murderous) object of affection.
I didn't find Jungermann's screenplay or direction at all compelling.
I didn't stay awake.
Not an auspicious way for me to close a festival. I will say in the film's defense that many at the after party were big fans.
It put me in a bad mood so I left.