An Agatha Christie who-might-do-it dinner-party gives way to something far more terrible and disturbing as the slow burn tension (and it burns slowly for quite a while) gives way to a 20 minute release that gave me genuine nightmares. A rare horror movie that uses emotional grief and depression as the basis for it's nightmare - and a final shot for the ages.
From its opening beaver shot to the breathtakingly unpleasant climax that caused 25% of the audience i saw it with to walk out, Killer Joe is a sweaty piece of gutter-sleaze shot through with humour so black you'll struggle to find it amongst the sexual horror on-screen. William Friedkin, I salute you.
Triumphant return to the big-screen for one of genre filmmaking's contemporary masters. Creepy scares that work for both kids and adults, brilliant use of 3D (if you have a 3D enabled TV this is one of the few must-buys), and great cameo from the mighty Bruce Dern. The fact that it still remains unreleased in North America is exceptionally depressing and a perfect example of the shortsightedness of the industry when it comes to interesting, non-franchised, genre film-making.