This one was in my book of 1000 movies to watch before you die. It's thought provoking, so I see why they put it in.
There is no real plot in this movie. Henry and Otis live together in Chicago in a hovel of an apartment. Both are ex-cons. Henry is killing at will throughout town - all women, I think. He follows them home from malls or picks them up hitchhiking, whatever comes along. Sometimes we see the killing, sometimes we don't. If the killing is shown it is in a flat, unemotional manner, with no explanation. It occurs, Henry moves on. Then Otis's sister Becky moves in with them. The balance is upset, and I hit the fast-forward button a lot at this point. I found it hard to watch.
The point of the movie, to me, is a question. Why do we find this type of movie interesting? There are so many shows about serial killers, and movies, and books, that it seems we must be fascinated by them. Do we idolize them? This movie does not idolize them. It is repulsive. The life Henry lives is repulsive, and Becky never had a chance. This movie is very depressing, and in that regard, the sets are great. The physical world shown here is very depressing.
I would watch this if you own the 1000 movies book, or if you have a deep interest in serial killers.
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