I Am Not a Serial Killer

Fifteen-year old John Cleaver is dangerous, and he knows it. He’s obsessed with serial killers, but really doesn’t want to become one. Terrible impulses constantly tempt him, so for his own sake, and the safety of those around, he lives by rigid rules to keep himself “good” and “normal”. However, when a real monster shows up in his town he has to let his dark side out in order to stop it – but without his rules to keep him in check, he might be more dangerous than the monster he’s trying to kill.


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  • ★★★★ review by Leticia Fernandes on Letterboxd

    Was that... the Demogorgon

  • ★★★½ review by nathaxnne walker (semi-hiatus) on Letterboxd

    How extra-audible windchimes are in the very cold still air after snowfall (Minnesota Winter)!

    PS: I am totally this kid's friend who immediately assumes that werewolves did it. I always assume werewolves are responsible for stuff even in the absence of hard evidence of lycanthropic activity and it isn't because I fear or dislike werewolves. I more or less am a werewolf all of the time anyway and so it makes logical sense to me to attribute stuff to them because I can more easily imagine werewolves doing something like that than what probably happened for real, so I look at something and I am like 'Werewolves Did It!' which makes me a better werewolf than a detective probably? Also I know that the protagonist is probably dressed up like John Wayne Gacy for Halloween but I think he looks like if Tom G Warrior of Celtic Frost had to go out for some reason and the only semi-clean pants there were were clown pajamas. So, yeah, werewolves and black metal, responsible for 95% of the visible world.

  • ★★★½ review by Lucy on Letterboxd

    we need to talk about kevin meets alien? wild

  • ★★★★ review by Melissa 🎃 on Letterboxd

    He's not a serial killer, he's just emo.

  • ★★★★ review by Daniel Rodriguez on Letterboxd

    We often talk about movies reflecting ourselves and cinematic identification. Despite of how odd it might seems, this film really reminded me of myself, because I'm ALSO NOT a Serial Killer. How crazy is that?

    Ha, jokes. Hope no one did that before. Now, fo real, I Am Not a Serial Killer was a humongous surprise!. Pretty much like The Autopsy of Jane Doe, it also deals with morgue and corpses, however in a smaller degree, but it still expresses a deep concern over the human body, its forms and its eventual destruction.

    If I am not wrong, this film was shot on a super 16mm, which by itself contributes a lot in creating a 70s-like style. The framing, the synth soundtrack and the serial killer motif also recall to said period, making it yet another throwback film. The plot itself and its final reveal was mindblowing. I will not spoil, but there was an element I did not expect in this that made it exceed and rank up among the best of the year.

    The only thing that bothered me is the exposition surrounding the main character. There are other ways to build up his personality other than having him scream "I'M A SOCIOPATH" every then minutes. I have just found out that this was based on a novel, so that might be the cause of that issue.

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