Kill Day – Film Review

Horror films are basic: the bottom of the barrel of film making. Some have done it well, others are forgettable. Some lead, others follow. The one constant is that it has all been done, and with VERY few exceptions there have been no new contributions, in many years, in all genres, no matter the hype.

This brings us to the film, “Kill Day”, created by local talent, B.C. Field. Ok, I know how hard it is to make a film from idea to big screen. Script, location scouting, finding talent, editing and so on. B.C. Field had a vision; sadly he had no focus to that vision. Now to be fair, this was a very low budget film, though that does not remove him from all its sins. I was told to expect something new that had never been done before; that was the first mistake. Never over estimate your product.

Let’s start with the good.

I’m a big fan of the black and white medium. It can infuse a lot of intensity and drama where full color films can just be a distraction.

Moving on.

The story is about the implantation of the memories of murders into people’s brains. Ok, I think I saw an episode of “The X-Files” where that happened. I suppose I have heard of that being done before, then… in a movie.

The visual portion of “Kill Day” is a hodgepodge of raw footage with other pre-recorded images (public domain) interspersed. Images of Hitler, then cutting to action, cutting to women dancing/stripping, then even a cartoon, pepper the entire film. It is as though they ran out of actual subject matter to film on their own (or watched “House of 1000 Corpses” one too many times). What it also did was divert you away from whatever story line they were trying to get across. Those images distracted from not added to the film.

Even their own filming was not the best. At one point in the film, the screen direction was changed in the middle of the action without an establishing shot. First they run this way then they run that and the camera don’t move. Perhaps it was intentional, but in serious filmmaking, that is a number one DON’T.

Again, B.C. Field obviously had a vision; I’m just not sure he is certain how to take it from point A to point B. I did see the ambition and the drive to assemble what is needed, but perhaps not the talent to put it together. Having been there I want to offer this advice: don’t do it all yourself. Direct, don’t film. Write, don’t act. I see good things happening for him if he is able to get his ducks in a row and a few good people around him to distribute his workload. Even Hitchcock had help.

Released June 2010, Wealthy Street Theater, Grand Rapids, Michigan