Have you ever had problems enjoying a movie because you kept comparing it to another? That was one of the problems I kept having with The Killing Jar. Had I saw it before watching Identity, I may have enjoyed it just a bit more. There is really not a lot of resemblance between the two movies besides that they are both psychological thrillers where the characters are “trapped” in one location and have to figure out which one of them is the killer. But that is where the similarities, and unfortunately the quality, ends.
The Killing Jar is set in the Cobal Cafe outside of Silverlake. It’s a slow night, barely a handful of customers. An announcement comes on the radio that a family has been shot to death and to be on the lookout for the killer, who was still at-large. Tensions are ramped up to high as a stranger enters the cafe. He’s surly, snappish, and of course we are to assume he’s the killer. He is not, but that doesn’t make things better, it makes them so much worse.
This movie had potential but it ultimately it just felt flat, like everything was as muted as the cafe’s lighting. The dialogue for the most part seems to drone on or just feels like they are doing a read through then filming the actual movie. There is action, more appropriately violence, in this feature. But it was sudden and then quickly gone, leaving us back to the humdrum dialogue. Speaking of the violence, the level of gore in blood seemed over-the-top compared with the rest of the movie. Barring the blood and gore, The Killing Jar, would’ve made a decent made for TV movie I suppose. I’m just glad I didn’t have to pay to go see this in the theater.