Great premise. Wonderful cast. Snoozer of a movie. At one point I was even asking myself how it was possible to screw this up. All the pieces seemed to be there but the film amounts to little to nothing. It really feels like it comes down to not finding any style. When you watch it you can imagine a director with a more flashy style taking this and really turning it into something amazing... all while you are realizing how not amazing this film is.
The plot of How to Make a Killing is cinematic gold (it's loosely based on the 1949 classic Kind Hearts and Coronets) but it is a bit on the, let's be generous, over-the-top side and requires a bit of suspension of disbelief. But so are many of cinema's greatest films. The film needed to find a sense of style, storytelling, which would bring us into this world and get us on board. But the characters are all cardboard cutouts, the circumstances of the movie rather unbelievable most of the way through. It never finds anything solid for the audience to feel connected to or even care about.
I could imagine a different version of this movie where each character's backstory is fleshed out, each given some fascinating bio to build up to their ultimate demise (which all could have been more fun BTW), all while the tension builds as to whether or not he's going to get away with it. But instead How to Make a Killing seems more interested in racing through each plot point so fast we blink and miss em which does nothing for the suspension of disbelief problem. The central character didn't even get a fair shake. I never once felt his relationship had any chemistry but if the film had found a way to parallel building his love story with the string of deaths, perhaps the film could have found a groove to build to an ending we could be on the edge of our seats for. The film's framing sequence spoils more than it helps and the final "twist" is just not as cool or bleak as the film thinks it is. I really wish the film had gone with what it hints at all along, that Qualley's character is a figment of Powell's imagination, but *spoiler* it doesn't and has a much more average ending that feels like its trying to be a gotcha instead of actually having something to say about our world. It can't even commit to it, leaving Powell to seem ambiguous about how things turned out.
How to Make a Killing may not be as much the director's fault as the editor's. It does feel like it's been hacked to death like the villain in an episode of Dexter. Maybe the original vision was for this to be a more robust and richer story, but maybe the studio didn't have the confidence and went with cutting everything out until there are only 105 minutes left. Whatever the reasons How to Make a Killing just doesn't...
How to Make a Killing
Starring: Glen Powell, Margaret Qualley, Jessica Henwick, Bill Camp, Zach Woods, Topher Grace, Ed Harris, Raff Law, Motsi Tekateka
Writer/Director: John Patton Ford


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