Wednesday Bad Movie

Number 17 of a series

This one is outside my usual base for movie reviews, since it was never a theatrical release. It’s Willed to Kill from 2012 (some say 2013). It’s streaming on Amazon Prime Video, and you may want a warm-up in case you decide to view it. Quit reading to avoid the big spoiler. Wikipedia has no entry for it, so I’m getting details from IMDb. Here are some of the cast:

  • Sarah Jane Morris    …         Karyn Mitchell
  • Michael Riley …         Doctor Aaron Kade
  • Dylan Bruce   …         Mark Hanson
  • David McIlwraith      …         Lieutenant Schneider
  • Ross McCall   …         Gavin McNaab
  • Joey Klein      …         Floyd

The story is all about police detective Karyn Mitchell. She has some kind of reputation. The opening scene sees her approaching an old house (this is Boston). We hear music inside. We hear not screaming. The lights are on. She appears to pick the lock before entering.

She searches through the house. In the kitchen is a table, and some clothing store mannequins are sitting around in various forms of dress. This is strange.

A man emerges from a connecting door. He is holding a large knife. Mitchell addresses him by name and orders him to put down the knife. He does not comply but continues to approach with the knife. She shoots him dead.

And that adds to Mitchell’s reputation. She has tracked down three serial killers, and she has killed all three. And she tells her supervisor she heard screaming inside the house before entering.

Now we meet the standard police hunt movie character, the obnoxious, in-your-face news reporter. He is Floyd, and he wants information for a story. He has additional stuff about Mitchell, which he won’t share, and he taunts her. We have seen this before in Manhunter. These characters almost never come to a good end. This movie will be no exception.

She is required to see the police shrink. Killing three serial killers should/ought to have psychological repercussions. He is Doctor Kade. We have seen this character before. He is the overly solicitous police shrink. We soon grow suspicious.

Mitchell and her partner, Gavin McNaab, investigate a murder.  Mitchell has a hunch. She unbuttons the victim’s shirt. The murderer has carved a design on it. It’s the same design inflicted by the notorious Hades serial killer of years past.

Eventually we will learn the Hades killer was Mitchell’s father, and she, as a young girl, was the one who turned him in to the police. He was executed. That’s the information Floyd has been taunting her with.

We learn more about Mitchell’s partner, McNaab. He arrives at the murder scene straight from his bachelor party, smelling of liquor and cigar smoke, and shedding lap dancer glitter.

In a previous time Mitchell and McNaab were engaged, but she broke it off a few days before the wedding, because he had been screwing around. Now she wakes up and finds him coming into her bedroom. He still has a key. They discuss.

There are more killings. Somebody is recapping the Hades killer. All the victims appear to be people who need killing. One is particularly obnoxious. Mitchell and McNaab visit people who had business with the victim. One is a business that sells high-end audio-video home entertainment. They talk to the two men running the place, and both agree, they were eager to finish the job and cut loose from the jerk.

Surprise. Mitchell is leaving the gym after her workout, and she encounters Dylan Bruce, one of the home entertainment guys they had questioned. He recognizes her, and stops her to talk.

A few hours later.

So McNaab is again engaged to be married, and he has invited Mitchell to the wedding. He tells her she can bring a date. Now she has a date, but there will be no wedding. McNaab notices something in the pile of evidence they collected, and he arranges to meet Mitchell at their favorite bar. He brings along a file folder.

McNaab is sitting at the bar when the bartender tells him he hears his auto alarm going off. McNaab goes out to check and finds a window smashed. A man approaches from behind. The two scuffle, and the man stabs McNaab and takes the folder. Mitchell comes to the bar looking for McNaab and is directed outside. She finds him dying. He tries to tell her something, but we can’t make out what he’s saying.

Sometime in all this the Hades killer kills Floyd.

Mitchell continues to investigate, and suspicion points to her new boyfriend. She pulls her weapon and arrests him. This will put the chill on any romance.

But suspicion next shifts to Bruce’s partner, and when Mitchell and her new partner go to investigate they find him an apparent suicide with a pistol in his hand.

All right, enough of that. She now figures out it was the shrink all along. As a young girl, Mitchell began to suspect her father as the Hades killer, but she didn’t tell the police. Then more people were killed, and she went to the police.

Two of those killed were the doctor’s parents, and he blames Mitchell. Now she confronts him in a parking garage, and once again she has her weapon pointed at a serial killer.

He bolts, taking the elevator to the tenth floor. She charges up the stairs, and there is a fierce battle on the roof. He grabs her, and he’s going to throw her off the roof, making it look like suicide.

She outwits him. One hand reaches behind her and retrieves her handcuffs. She clamps one on his wrist and the other on hers. He says that’s fair enough, both of them will die tonight. He goes over the edge, expecting to drag her with him.

But he lands on the concrete below with the pair still shackled to one wrist, but with the other shackle open. Mitchell has out-foxed the killer, making it four in a row she has dispatched.

Mitchell and her boyfriend decide that a confrontation involving a loaded pistol should not be the end of a beautiful romance.

A lot of the plot is trite. A police detective killing serial killers one after the other. The partner once engaged to the woman, but now preparing to marry another woman. The obnoxious reporter playing it too close to the fire and getting burned. The distraught child growing up to become a police psychologist in order to take revenge on a woman who made a mistake as a young girl. Girl meets boy, girl sleeps with boy, girl arrests boy, girl and boy make up. Almost Cinderella.

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About John Blanton

I'm a retired engineer living in San Antonio, Texas. I have served in the Navy, raced motorcycles, taken scads of photos and am usually a nice guy. I have political and religious opinions, and these opinions tend to be driven by an excess of observed stupidity. Gross stupidity is the supposed target of many of my posts.
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