If there’s anything Movieline learned from viewing Michael Winterbottom’s lady-pulverizing adaptation of The Killer Inside Me last January at Sundance, it was that the acclaimed British filmmaker may very well be answering for this one, like, forever . Keep in mind this is a guy who once managed to make graphic, unsimulated screen sex forgettable, so no one takes it lightly that Winterbottom might have really drilled into the cultural consciousness for the first time since 2002’s In This World . This could get good — if only he could articulate his impulse to make ground chuck out of Jessica Alba’s face.
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New Interview Pretty Much Proves There’s No Explaining Killer Inside Me
